“Eight-twelve in the morning, line three, platform four”— repeating the time and place that the train would arrive, I trudged my way through the crowd incoming people. The subway station was at its peak during these times, crammed with people from all walks of life. Stations were always a couple degrees higher than the temperature outside; it wasn’t much of a difference, yet it was enough to create an uncomfortable itch on the part of the back just out of hand’s reach. Disorganized clusters of chatter, announcements, and incoming trains would echo throughout the passageways. There wasn’t any personal space— shoulder against shoulder, face to face, and the occasional disturbing smell of someone’s breakfast would waft through the chaos of everything