Tailored suits, bald scalps, pointy shoes, and golden watches flicker as these busy men bustle to their trains. Eyebrows are tightly knit as they glance down at their wrist, and a crease forms in between the caterpillar above their eyes. Marble floors streaked with gray and brown, with diamonds at the corner of each square lay beneath my feet.
Warriors stand on pillars, watching over the people that roam their home. Each one of their drapes are gently placed over their backs differently, although from afar it looks as if they are all carved the same exact way.
Bright green Beats are placed over ears, as their heads bops to the sound of music. People sitting by themselves in absolute silence- some lone souls rock back and forth with their eyes closed reflecting over something that cannot be seen. A hard contemplative look crosses their faces and stays there.
The train station is covered in a gray film, as the pale sunlight filters through the tinted windows. Everyone glides along with their day- most being alone. They stare down at their phones, avoiding any possible communication with other people. It is a sort of safe haven. It helps escape reality, yet it takes away from growing as an observer too, Everyone is so consumed in their technology, no one stops to look at the beauty around them: the way the air is so cool, yet comforting; the strut of a businessperson versus the saunter of a worker; the way your foot sounds against the marble as you walk around. The smell of cookies, warm toasted bread, and stale perfume occupied the cool air. All the sights and smells enveloped me in its embrace and welcomed me.
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