this man stealthily enjoying his tiktoks on the train until a double-cross in the form of the horny-ass ankha audio at full volume when a bump in the track disconnects his headphones and puts an end to his audacious tenure. he fumbles the cable jack & sheathes the phone, defeated
I place a kind and guiding hand to his shoulder. “fear not, and be bold, young prince, for this iniquity is known to you and I alone" I say, indicating to the subway car populated only by three older couples, with nary a stray glance to spare for his embarrassment
we must allow ourselves to be set free in this way, and in turn liberate our yet-repressed brethren