Laying on a yoga mat, my ear to the floor I can feel the rattle of the metro underground below me, making its way to the river to get to Pudong, rushing through the darkness, rushing under the water, carrying people waiting to get where they need to go, I see them in my mind’s eye as I lay on the mat.
Y Suis Jamais Allé is playing. I close my eyes. The world has stopped.
Y Suis Jamais Allé is playing. I close my eyes. The world has stopped.
As always my orchids shudder for a a moment as the train passes.
