Intimacy with Strangers

Elbow to elbow | Thigh to thigh
The guy on a packed bus | Sitting next to me
No | On top of me

He’s in my personal space | I’m in his
Hardly humans, more pigs | In slaughterhouse no. five

Thrown together by chance | Forced to intimacy
With strangers | We are

He’s on the phone | So am I
He doesn’t know | I’m watching
With a keen eye | and writing about
Him and me being here | now

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Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

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          1. Since the video wasn’t available I wasn’t sure if you could see the title. (Google is my friend – I over use it and not my memory cells ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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  1. My holiday in Japan was an education in the intimacy of strangers as every train ride was up close and personal, but they take it as normal and never blink an eye at it.

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    1. I see! That’s an interesting experience. Maybe an experience one would pass on ๐Ÿ˜‰ It’s normal, can’t be avoided, but it still makes me feel unpleasant and somewhat violated when I’m somewhere where it’s crowded and packed.

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