Self release in Public
'Clackity Clack', 'Clackity Clack', 'Clackity Clack', the sound the morning commuter train makes as it speeds across the tracks, hypnotically sending you back to sleep, and as you hold onto the overhead grip, wavering and heaving along with all those other commuters, unfortunate enough not to get a seat, on long this journey into the capital.The silence is deafening, with the exception of the odd cough and rustle of the morning paper, of those with a seat.The outside air is cold, very cold, and...