I ride trains in Tokyo. Every once in a while, I accidentally end up on one of the sardine trains. Depending on my mood, I either laugh at the absurdity of this reality, or I get stressed out at the dehumanizing experience.
Once in the train you cannot move. If your hand accidently is stuck on someones butt, it stays there. If you move it, it'll be more suspicious. When the door opens, you are violently launched out by the intense current of human beings.
Can you imagine doing this every day?
Wow.
Once in the train you cannot move. If your hand accidently is stuck on someones butt, it stays there. If you move it, it'll be more suspicious. When the door opens, you are violently launched out by the intense current of human beings.
Can you imagine doing this every day?
Wow.
Just had to laugh watching this. My friend does part-time work as a rush hour "pusher-man"
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