144 The hurry, the pressure to get out my wallet and go through the turnstile as quickly as possible, to see the red screen, to see if it’s coming, to hear it as I run up the stairs in a small panic knowing it must be my train, the fear of it leaving and the miniature tragedy of a missed train, mourning as it pulls away, my mind following what the day would’ve been like, how it would be different now that I must wait for the next one. Every step counts, every step adds to a total amount of travel time. The time it takes for the doors to open, for the passengers to get off and then for others to board, for the doors to wait for stragglers and close again. For the conductors to check and check again. Every trip is in comparison to previous trips; minutes a magnified measurement of time. The schedule is the expectation.