lizard men are sometimes found on the train. This one has slicked back thinning hair. It has been made to perform this odd ‘V’ shield or crest on the peak of his forehead, like the bow of some hirsute boat. Pin striped, legs asunder asserting that odd virile claim to space that men do, playing a game on his tablet with red tie and small blue dots. The reptilian is in the inability unawareness narrowness of even moving, to make room, accommodate, anyone squeezing past to sit. A sort of besuited regalness done away by, well, everything really.
“the internet is the hive, and we are its drones”, was what he said. “All media, everywhere, bows down and bends to the internet”, he also mumbled.