Fantasy on the train
Another train journey to work, half an hour in a hot sweaty carriage, everyone trying their best not to end up in conversation with the other passengers. Yet always the same faces. For five years I have wondered why I do this every day. I glance around the carriage, people reading the newspaper, most with headphones on, some looking blankly out the window as the train speeds into the city. Each one of us becoming one of the millions of ants racing through the warrens of the city. Nameless...