We file into the subway, rushing to get inside. Actually, file isnât the right word, it is more like trample, with everyone trying to get into the cart as quickly as possible. The pushing, shoving are the only signs of awareness that there are people next to us.
People take their seats and just as quickly pull out their phones and slip away into their cyber bubbles. Those who do not take out their phones focus their gaze on the subway floor or the advertisements on the top of the walls. Basically, anywhere they could be sure not to make any awkward eye contact with another passenger.
They say that there are six degrees of separation between any two people. We are all somehow linked, but we here we sit, phones in our hands and headphones in our ears, not acknowledging and perhaps unaware of those around us.
The subway stops again and a man in camaflouge pants, carrying a violin gets on. He looks around the cart and slowly pulls the violin to his chin. He closed his eyes and starts playing. Itâs a sweet and lighthearted tune. It flows through headphones and draws heads away from phones, the subway floor and the advertisements.
A connection slowly builds in the room. He quickens his pace and the connection grows stronger. He gets engrossed in his music and becomes animated as he walks down the aisle. No longer in their cyber bubbles everyoneâs focus is on this man and his violin, as his music fills the air.
The train stops and the man gets off. Headphones go back on and attention is redirected. The connection is broken.
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