I travel on the tube a lot and many many things about it bother me, but some things I like. I like the blur of people’s faces as they pass by on another train from the other side of the tunnel. I like the noises they make – factory squeals and twists of metal cable. I like the heaters under the seats. I like the muted eye contact and the furtive glances. I like nodding off in the morning and reading in the evening and scrawling thoughts hunched over after a few beers. I like humorous announcements from the drivers and when people shout at each other for imagined transgressions of personal space. I like the noise of ipods and haircuts and shoulder pads and the quick breaking when a nodding driver nearly misses the platform. Man, I like the heaters under the seats. Mostly I like the fact it takes me into and out of the city, on the bumpy ride of my suburban commute.