Once upon a time, the stories weren’t so far away… And their heart were even closer.
If you ever look up from your newspaper or phone on the train, you will notice that everyone’s head moves in the same pattern. They all drift along with motion of the train.
Inertia: a property of matter by which an object continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force.
The train comes to its regular stop at the station. A few people get off, a few people get on. After a 23 second delay, people start to look at their watches.
7 seconds more…
“Stand clear, doors closing.”
A sigh of relief is shared by the passengers…
But, the train doesn’t move.
What could only be described as ‘A junky’, starts to swear under his breath. A young student looks over at him from the corner of her eyes.
“Attention passengers,” The speakers don’t have to be so loud, “We are currently waiting for a signal to change, we should be off shortly.”
It’s odd, people that read books on the train always seem to stop reading when there is a delay. They stop and stare out the window.
The landscape never changes. The train never moves.
A girl gets out her phone.
Disease: A disorder of structure or function in a human, animal, or plant, especially one that produces specific symptoms or that affects a specific location and is not simply a direct result of physical injury:
“The train is delayed…. I don’t know… I’ll try and get off…”
The train doors open.
“Attention passengers, we may be here for a long time, so we have opened the doors if you would like to get out. We apologize for this inconvenience. We are just waiting for the police to give the all-clear as a bodily object has obstructed the train ahead of us.”
A small frown forms on the few passengers who have nowhere to go.
“A bodily object…”
The disease spreads. More people get out there phones and stand on the train platform. Peak hour is no time for the trains to stop running. People want to get home to their families or have a drink with their friends.
A staff member of the rail network talks to some people outside. They have no new information.
“They have no idea how long it will take, can you just come and get me?”
Ignorance used to be bliss.
“Yeah, I’m going to be late. Well… Look… I understand that….”
But humankind has evolved.
“Really? No one can come and get me? I’ve had a really long day!”
Apathy is bliss.
The train doesn’t move, and neither do the people.
At the next station rests a body upon the track. No more pain. No more suffering. No more life.
Once upon a time, we weren’t so far away… And our hearts were even closer.
– By Randall Evans.