Stuck in the bathroom is one thing; stuck in a train bathroom is hell.
Imagine the world moving outside while you painfully suffer in immobility surrounded by heat and grime.
On the outside, fellow passengers are trying to help you escape. Other passengers sit and watch avoiding embarrasment; after all, no one wants to help a person escape from a train bathroom.
The conductor is nowhere to be found. Two minutes turn into a lifetime, every second is a battle of patience and hope.
Confinement is stressfull. It doesn’t matter how big or small the cage is; no one, not even animals, like to be locked up for any reason. The freedom to move boundlessly is a human right.
The train tracks tick like years off a clock. We all want to leave in a dent on society before our last train stop. But sometimes we can’t do it alone.
(as seen in the Metro North Diaries collection on Medium)