Riding the express train is a bit like slipping into a trance. The local stops, they come and go in a blur, each one a fleeting glimpse into the city's daily drama. You start to lose yourself in the rhythmic clatter of the wheels against the tracks. And then, out of nowhere, another train sidles up alongside, matching your pace for a brief moment. It's like a spontaneous, synchronic encounter, two massive metal beasts sharing a brief connection. In that fleeting moment, you witness the pulse of the city, its transient connections and ever-evolving scenes. It's a snapshot of urban life, captured in the blink of an eye.
