Passengers

A feather is carried by the wind and falls through a lattice. A man, big glasses, is waiting for the subway to arrive and gets in. It's an ordinary subway. People are just waiting for the train to stop at their destination. They are estranged people, torchbearers of an individualistic society. No one is talking, everything that breaks the silence is a possible nuisance. The feather falls on the head of the man. A feather that will have major consequences, but for how long? —Arnoud Tiele (zelva@tiele.nl)