I take the metro every day to get to work. When I enter the station I see the crowded train cars speeding past, but my decision to get on takes quite some time. I draw in a deep breath and then throw myself inside, like something resembling an object rather than a human. My personal space is often hijacked in the race to find a good spot to stand inside. I stand staring at the faces that evoke details of stories and I hear the sounds of the people hawking goods, stopping at nothing. It’s a parallel world, with stories and scenes from under the earth. I thank God that my trip has ended and I emerge from underneath.