I'm standing at the back of the train as the last three people slip off. I'm sure the cars ahead of me are packed with people. Its the middle of the day.
I'm the only person in this car, i imagine myself traveling through a dead city as the city has become automated. nobody exists in my world right now as i travel like a ghost through salt lake, the train making its stops, nobody stepping off, no one getting on.
desolate.
the silence fills with the clack clack of the wheels and the empty ding ding of the bell as the ghost train approaches downtown.
as my stop approaches, sound returns in waves, of cars driving by, and people mingling, a soft hum and buzz of a city welcoming, sucking, me back into this reality.