"The hard knocks of life can turn us
into rigid, tight-lipped, and tense humans."
Azriel Re'Shel
Riding the subway, we can observe the faces of fellow travelers. There are those who commute with eyes closed or ear buds discreetly tucked into their ears hoping to block out the world. The eyes are sometimes focused up high on an advertisement, but one quickly realizes the mind has traveled a far greater distance.
iPads and iPhones are an excellent escape for those not wanting human exchanges. Games are played, work is in the last stage of completion or the plot of the book has sucked all attention in. It is a private segment allowing transition into the reality of life at the end of the day.
The faces that are totally impassive as though they had been chiseled in stone are the greatest concern. They appear as though they have long ago pushed past all emotion and are existing in a cold isolation of nothingness. Their life has been spent, their hearts hollowed, and death would be welcomed. An impetuous hug generates a tear that runs down the startled face, as the impulsive stranger exits the train, fading into the crowd.
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