As the lift approached street level from the platforms, i couldn’t help but to be reminded of Charlie Chaplin’s Great Dictator Speech;
Machinery that gives us abundance has left us in want...You are not machines! you are not cattle! you are men!
As i stood amongst others, gently coerced to face the same direction, in this cold metallic box, i couldn't help but wonder about the fate of the ones before me, as i curiously observed their remnants plastered across walls in forms of graffiti and stickers, eyes staring at us from each corner;
"What have you seen?" I thought... "Close Circuit Television"
Just as we were about to be released, a questioned crossed my mind; "who is really in control here?" as soon as we enter this ‘machine' , we are sealed, until 'It' reaches Its destination and decides to release the confined. Meanwhile others are eagerly waiting to be imprisoned, their only thought being to reach the desired destination.
Similar to cattle being herded...
