ABOUT THIS STATION
The sweat breaks out immediately in this small dark room packed to the ceiling with fog, and my eyes, where actually are my eyes? How the bodies here can move, even though there's barely any space left, no one stepped on my foot, no one bumped into me, and I contorted myself in ways I never knew I could. You laughed out loud, we didn't even know each other and then almost since the very beginning, and finally we had no choice but to hold onto each other: Everything started sliding, the floor vibrated, we promised each other nothing.
