Sounds and signals, speed and noise,
Adverts on a
subway wall,
People’s face gray and ashen,
Do they see my face at
all?All amid the noise and clatter,
Traveling through the
underground,
Do real people really matter?
Wondering as they look
around.At the faces of commuters,
All together though
apart,
Every life with different motives,
Though within each, beats a
heart.Hidden by the sounds of movement,
Hidden from the
world of cares,
I look and wonder, passing thunder
Is my face as gray as
theirs?
每天早上坐13号线在西直门下，随着人群蜿蜒盘旋，总把自己想象成大海中的一片叶子——这是从《自救书》学到的重要一课——浮起来，浮起来，紧随着水流的走向（差点随物赋形），然后就身在2号线列车，直到宣武门站下，顿时觉天地偌大，道路偌宽。
每天地铁来回，每次都习惯上那几节车厢，知道下车才能最靠近出口，还知道该翻几页书，就过了一站地，全都是意识缺席的状态。特别是傍晚下班，每个人的倦意都写在脸上，人与人之间，自己和自己，真漫山遍野的疏离，噫。