I am imprisoned. I am incarcerated in a totalitarian regime. Herded around like cattle; nose-to-tail with all these people I do not know. They do not care. They have no respect for any of the other cows. Then again no cow respects them. Why should they show anything in return? Descending into the depths I watch the escapees - those being elevated back towards the sunlight. To real air. Integrated back into society. Onto the streets. I am still going down. Down into the depths. Into the tunnels of London. The heat clutches at my throat and my bag weighs down on my shoulder. I stand waiting. Waiting for the monotonous drone of the approaching train.
Stand behind the yellow line.
It will all be over soon.
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