Time does not exist on the platform like it does above ground. It moves in equally dual patterns as the activity does. During the day it is rapid, and the people file in and out -- up and down -- at a speed that stumps man-made clocks, and compresses days into hours. During the night, time cannot measure the eternity that passes, and a pin dropped echoes from one end of the city to the other.
To some this seems a dreadful, forboding place, but others call it a home away from home, or even just home. This is a natural habitat -- an ordinary world -- in which exists heros and villians of a different kind. It is above that is strange. Outside, a man must face odds and events that don't exist on the platform.
For some, the journey begins when the body moves bellow ground and towards work, but for others it begins when home is left, and sometimes home is...
...THE SUBWAY!
this is what I was trying to send to Veronica...it is what I had to do for homework on my first day...it only gets tougher, folks...
PEACE - Tristan