The rain beats down against the windows of our tram, each droplet a reminder of the fleeting nature of our existence. Inside, we sit in slow motion, our movements muted and distorted by time itself.
As I watch the other passengers, I am struck by the quiet intensity of their expressions, the way that their eyes seem to bore into my soul. It is as if we are all united in this moment, caught together in the storm.
The sound of the train is hypnotic, a drumbeat that echoes through the empty spaces of my mind. I feel myself slipping into a state of introspection, lost in the contemplation of the human experience.
What are the lives of these strangers like, I wonder? What secrets do they hold ...