A proem about the tube, the subway, all the adventures you'll have, all the people you'll meet, or see, throughout several weeks of wonder, maybe years of perspective, all fit into the thimble that the universe came from. Where upon you can give them the old finger and fly off the handle. More
A collection of transition periods, brought together with the angry force of the subway's bellow, as it enters the station finding at least someone who has stepped over the yellow line. But in the end, no matter how much we rush, and push, cajole and insult, we all arrive at the same time.