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8.35 a.m. I wedge between an armpit and a belly just as the metal doors slide shut. There’s a collective let go of sucked breaths and the gaps between bodies close in. Snug, dazed, slithering in each other’s fluids. Infused with burnt rubber, morning breaths, unwashed hair and hastily splashed colognes. A tin of human sardines moving at 110km/hr. Digging into the plush soles of … Continue reading 1/24