I just finished reading Rules of Civility by Amor Towles recently & I adore this passage. I had to dig around for a photo to go along with the text. Enjoy;0)
"Anyone who has ridden the subway twice a day to earn their bread knows how it goes: When you board, you exhibit the same persona you used with your colleagues and acquaintances. You’ve carried it trough the turnstile and past the sliding doors, so that your fellow passengers can tell who you are – cocky or cautious, amorous or indifferent, loaded or on the dole. But you find yourself a seat and the train gets under way; it comes to one station and then another; people get off and others get on. And under the influence of the cradlelike rocking of the train, your carefully crafted persona begins to slip away. The superego dissolves as your mind begins to wander aimlessly over your cares and your dreams; or better yet, it drifts into an ambient hypothesis, where even cares and dreams recede and the peaceful silence of the cosmos pervades.
It happens to all of us. It’s just a question of how many stops it takes. Two for some. Three for others. Sixty-eighth Street. Fifty-nineth. Fifty-first. Grand Central. What a relief it was, those few minutes with our guard let down and our gaze inexact, finding the one true solace that human isolation allows."