My ears register the pressure of the air around me as the windows of the train car push in one at a time. The weight of an entire bay pushes down on the tunnel. I feel compressed by it, smaller, insignificant, my face in the window against a field of blackness in the world outside. Cars chatter as they shift and pull against one another. Metal wheels grind on metal rails. Megawatts simmer in the background, amplified by the curvature and density of the tunnel walls around us. Sounds so loud they seal in sound. A curious kind of silence.
Dylan Ogden is a community college student living in California.