Lapse

At one point along the Glen Waverley line, the train comes to a silent glide. Engine seemingly off - but really just a cessation of acceleration. As the train glides, there, utmost silence. A lapse in the constant mechanical rhythm. 

I'll never forget the day in Year 9 when we rehearsed a play - and myself, uttering a sentence regarding death, and finding myself finishing to an utterly silent carriage full of peak time commuters. I forget the play, I forget the sentence, but the feeling and memory forever lingers. Called upon again and again whenever the situation is reincarnated.