Walking
Walking is clear and logical for me. No unwelcome sounds or feelings. It is therapeutic. This is the idea behind the soothing ambient and loop passages. The taps represent unwelcome intrusions into the calm, but they are quelled by the nature of walking. I keep moving forward until I get where I need to go.
Traversing
The blink of incoming transit is engrained in my mind. Rhythmic. Orderly. And yet still more grating. The blink is always present along with the whoosh of the train. It carries me where I need to go when I need to go there but provides me with less comfort.
Waiting
I may not be moving, but my mind is. A million miles a minute and a million places at once. Thoughts bounce in and out like ping pong balls. There is no order, no peace, and limited understanding.
DRINK THE WORLD 