Reading Immaterial

I just had the most full on journey home. After staggering out of Pina Bausch, emotionally bewildered, I stuck my walkman on and hit the tube. Looking up I saw a couple hugging each other, rocking with drunken laughter. Five minutes later I look back and they're still hugging. I give it a minute and glance again, and the man has tears down his face. Not happy tears. I jolt and reassess. In her hands is a program from a funeral, a photo on the front of a guy in his 20's. The woman is heaving with sobs, her ribs crashing together, collapsed in his arms, he wipes away his tears and hers, and clutches her tight. The whole scene is played out to my Nicola Conte album looping 'you are my sunshine' over and over. I get off the tube and head for the overground. Bored standing I read over shoulders. One girl is reading 'Why Men Love Bitches: from Doormat to Dreamgirl'. The excerpt I read is amazing, and I start laughing, a girl catches my eye who's been shoulder-reading too and we laugh together. The guy next to her is reading 'Solution Orientated Hypnosis', and he's scrawled formulas in pencil all over the book. It's pretty creepy. I make a note of his description in case of any possible Crimewatch appearances.