Portrait of Static Moments
In station, the world hesitates, waiting for trains, for appointments, for confirmation of destinations plotted meticulously on schedules unseen. Workers in gray uniforms migrate in patterns; their routes scripted, predictable. Cargo crates open and close mechanically, without word or thought.
On platforms, eyes find their homestead in screens, tethered to fleeting connections. Warm sunlight scarcely alters this modern age paradigm; it is another variable in the predictable geometry. The scent of metal and distant chatter punctuate the silence with rhythmic uniformity.