We stood tightly pressed against each other. Heads were swaying, the train ran quickly through the tunnel. I saw these heads. Through the window at the end of the train car another one could be seen. There, it seemed, people were swaying harder. And to them it probably seemed the other way around. “There, amid all those heads, is my head,” I thought. “And what in the world is happening inside that head? If there was equipment that could catch the energy of stress, my head could be detected from outer space. It could even be seen through the earth’s crust, underground, where the subway lines ran. Right now, I think I am hurting more than anyone else. There can’t possibly be so many hurting heads in one place at the same time. There can’t be! It’ll fry the wires! My God! If I could manage to
