re:Perspective

She tells me she ran through the station, chasing someone who was chasing someone. Bored and alone she had seen a guy pursuing something, a missed appointment, a late-running train waiting, a spurned lover, something that he was running for at any rate. With nothing to do and no one to do it with, she raced full pace after this one, tearing through the station, sliding through gaps and doors, dodging the sleepy people like bullets. Out of the station and on to the street she fled to the underground before losing him in the mass. I drown in the depths hidden from me; we are never just a face in the crowd (unless you are with a lot of people).