Two Australian men in their twenties entered the Tube at Warren Street tonight and loudly mused upon the fact that everyone in the carriage had their noses buried in books or free newspapers and no one was talking to one another.
It was 8pm. I didn't look at them, continued to bury my nose in my book, and thought, "I work all day, talking to people all day long. All I want to do when I'm out of the office on my journey home, before I meet up with my other half back at home and immerse myself in conversation again, is retreat into my thoughts and silence."
I think these men have stress-free jobs or work away from people. I treasure the silence of my 30 minute commute home.