People are very much like the trees: they stand around on the platform in random intervals spontaneously grouping as if the the train conductors hurriedly threw some seeds on the ground only to sprout the roots of the working class.
That was a long sentence, yes I know, but this is a short blog so bear with me.
If people are trees then I am a bird flying to its nest. I walk through the path of obstacles weaving my way between the trees of the city.
Hey, it beats waiting around on the platform and picking a species of tree to change into.