Riding the commuter train, it’s a heavy burden that weighs not just on the body, but on the spirit, as we navigate through a sea of faces lost in the rhythm of routine, each one carrying their own silent stories and unspoken struggles.

We find ourselves crammed into overcrowded public transport, where personal space becomes a luxury, and the hum of conversations blends into an indistinguishable symphony of urban life, a cacophony of shared existence in motion.

Caught in the perpetual motion of commuting, lost in the shuffle of the city’s heartbeat, we become mere passengers in our own lives, drifting through the monotony of routine. Lost in their thoughts to avoid thinking, commuters seek refuge in the sanctuary of distraction, finding solace in the fleeting moments of detachment from reality, as the world rushes by in a blur of motion and noise.

In the liminal space between destinations, where seconds stretch into eternity and minutes dissolve into insignificance, we dwell in the paradox of commuter existence. It’s an incomprehensible time, a non-time, where the boundaries between beginnings and ends blur into a continuous loop of transient experiences. Yet, it exists, it has a purpose, what to make of it? How do we reconcile the mundane with the meaningful, the routine with the remarkable, as we navigate the enigmatic journey of commuting?