Tucked away in the corner of the train I am surrounded by the calm masses that are in a hurry to get home. Sardined in my seat, squished in my spot, silently we wander wayward towards home. The subdued rush is content with the distraction found in the small handheld phone. Conversations rage on silently, games are individually studied with concentrated attention, eyes are trained at the tiny yet enthralling miniature screen. The train car packed with people, without an inch to give on all sides, remains quiet. There is nothing to say to the fellow strangers, nothing to talk about on this trip away from the week of work. Only the gentle sway of the train teetering on the parallel tracks, rocking us like children to our final destination, is the full extent of the action in this crowd. The silent soldiers of the work force are content passing through the dark and rainy evening. The train gradually empties as I slowly speed home, fresh air fills the vacated spaces.