"Time Enough at Last" Season 1, Episode 8 of the Twilight Zone

Time to read

I used to have this mental game, back in the before times. On the packed overground train in the morning, when commuters are stuffed tight against one another with no room to breath, I'd imagine the space if it only contained one tenth the population, randomly pick 9 out of 10 to not exist and think what that commute might be like. I don't have to imagine that anymore. Taking the train on average once a month now, seeing 5 or fewer fellow commuters, wearing their masks, sitting apart from one another, still stuck in their minds like we all had been before.

There's room to sit on the train and read now. But no where to go.

This article was updated on 3 February 2021