Time Traveling on the Commute

You think you're commuting, but really you're time traveling through versions of yourself.

Same train, same route, completely different person each time. Monday morning you're

numb, autopilot mode, staring at nothing. Wednesday evening you're flooded with

this overwhelming love for everyone around you, strangers included. Friday you're so

locked into a single thought you miss your stop entirely. The body keeps moving forward but the

mind is everywhere at once. Same seat, same window, infinite feelings

passing through. You're not actually going anywhere, you're just meeting yourself over and

over again in different emotional states. The journey doesn't have a destination because you are