your train has passed from dusk into night. it matters little, as your station is only a few minutes away, the last on the route.
you are one of the few passengers left in your car. the ambient sounds of too-loud music filtered through cheap headphones and cellphone ringtones followed by conversation have all but dissipated.
before you felt alone, but now you are.
the overhead lights make the scenery outside hard to discern, but in the window you can see your own face reflected back at you with pristine clarity.
you look tired, like someone who has been on a train for eight hours.
you look like someone who thinks about the future too much.