Life Has Layers… Like Ogres

Beneath the ivory tower, beneath our feet, is another world.

SEPTA

 

Some say this is where the real people live. I’m not sure who the alleged fake people are, but I do know all sorts of people live everywhere. I know this because we all see each other on the train.

Portal

I like the train because it lets me see all the people who aren’t sitting on their sofas. Don’t get me wrong my living room is much more comfortable than a bus bench, but I think I’m a better person for getting out of the living room.

10 pm

 

I especially like the bus and subway on Sunday mornings.

6 am on a Sunday

I know that if I see you getting off the train at 6am on  Sunday carrying your dressed and sleepy daughter, you have likely been up since 4 or 5, and that you care. You care about where you are going, why you are going or have been, you are trying. No one gets a kid dressed in time to get off a train at 6am on a Sunday morning just for fun. You do it for a reason.

6am on a Sunday

 

We don’t know each other. Some times we don’t even see each other. But here we all are. Coming, going, doing, maybe even wishing, hoping, or regretting. Whichever or whatever it is, it is good to be reminded that it is us.

the blue line

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2 responses to “Life Has Layers… Like Ogres

  1. JB

    Great post Terrific images

  2. Nancy

    Fascinating. Better than people watching at the airport, I bet. One of my goals in life is to spend time riding in a subway system. To see, hear, smell, get the whole experience. Something we “left-coasters” just dont get to do.

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