Just as the train rattled out of Junction Blvd, the screeching of the metal tracks was suddenly drowned out. A guy in a bucket hat shoved a portable Bluetooth speaker into the center of the car. “¿Cómo estás?” a voice rasped through the speaker.
Matías was pressed against the sliding doors, his face inches from his own reflection. He was exhausted. It was 6:00 PM in Queens, and the heat in the station had been unbearable. He felt —saturated by the noise, the humidity, and the sheer number of elbows poking into his ribs.
As the train emerged from the tunnel, the sunset hit the windows, bathing the crowded car in gold. Matías took a breath. He was still tired, and the train was still delayed, but the music made the "saturado" feeling a little easier to carry.
Just as the train rattled out of Junction Blvd, the screeching of the metal tracks was suddenly drowned out. A guy in a bucket hat shoved a portable Bluetooth speaker into the center of the car. “¿Cómo estás?” a voice rasped through the speaker.
Matías was pressed against the sliding doors, his face inches from his own reflection. He was exhausted. It was 6:00 PM in Queens, and the heat in the station had been unbearable. He felt —saturated by the noise, the humidity, and the sheer number of elbows poking into his ribs. como_estas_ke_personajes_saturado_mta
As the train emerged from the tunnel, the sunset hit the windows, bathing the crowded car in gold. Matías took a breath. He was still tired, and the train was still delayed, but the music made the "saturado" feeling a little easier to carry. Just as the train rattled out of Junction