The nerds always woke up before the rest, and went away. A theory explains this behavior as a defence mechanism. On the opposite, the more confident guys (or girls) slept till they were dragged out the tent or their faces washed out in a violent splash of water. This feature of personality seems to be inherent and securely tattooed under the skin of the gens, and so it manifests itself at all ages and stages of the life of the individual.
As adults, the nerds could be those early workers who travel in the tube, silent as tombs, well-awaken but not joyful, while the others, the confident, drink the last minute of their sleep, hurry the preparations and roll down the ramp to the tube in herds caught up from a cram-full bus.
The atmosphere of the morning tube is unmistakable. The silence is powerful and envelops all travelers' senses, like a thick layer of dense smoke. It dumbs them, and it is noticeable well above the soporiferous rattling of the convoy. Inside the train, silence and sounds act with a tremendous sense of equanimity, along with news of the world, served like a flowing and gratuitous mana -Metro-: from it, everyone quenches his curiosity or fills an uncomfortable gap in time. In this way, the worker of the day, and the parent, lover or loner of the night re-affirms -oh, big necessity- he or she is still part of this planet.
All travelers reading from the same paper:
a moment of peace;
a piece of Unity in a broken-up Universe, scattered and kaleidoscopic.
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