The train was full. The densely-packed office drones obscured the windows, keeping the outside world from view. Maybe this was for the best, though; the town was hideous.
Nobody said anything. Despite the huge number of people in there the only sounds I could make out were those of the carriage I was trapped in chugging along the tracks, and the dull sound of orphaned basslines and drum beats coming through the headphones almost everyone was wearing.
I tapped someone nearby on the shoulder. He took out one of his earphones and glanced at me, fearing whatever small social interaction was about to follow. "So," I asked. "What are you listening to?"
For a few moments he contemplated the question. Then, wordlessly, he emptied his pockets to reveal a lone jack plug, connected to nothing.
The train stopped. We disembarked, staring forwards into space, looking at nobody, talking to nobody, reaching out to nobody. Lost in our own little worlds.