The zone behind the white line is a place to lose yourself in reverie, to drop your mask, to suspend your goals, to retreat into spontaneous fancies. Your thoughts are freed from daily cares and purposeful interactions, and you are permitted for the moment to daydream, to peer idly at your fellow travelers lost similarly in their own thoughts.
In a Zen-like trance my gaze turns around this cage of humanity, guessing the unknowable hinted at by the imponderable, and patiently await the subconscious command to press the shutter, once again .... NOW.
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