I forgot my book! Now I'm sitting on the Train home with nothing to do, and nothing to look at because the early dark of winter still lingers outside.

I can't look around because not everyone is looking at their phones... so I look at my Phone. At least that's what I planned on writing, but as it turns out the train is almost empty. In the heightened part of the train where I sit there's just me in one cubicle, and one guy in another one behind me. But I still look at my phone.

We roll up to Stockholm South and a few more people jump aboard. Next up is Stockholm Central; that's where everybody else is waiting. I should probably look around the wagon now that I have a chance. Soon it will be too crowded. Soon I'll have nowhere to look but my phone. But I still look at my phone, because how can I type if I don't? It's not like a keyboard, where my fingers find their way by memory and I can type by touch. Ironic how you don't feel a thing when you type on a touchscreen. It's like fumbling around in a closet, looking for an exit, but there are no walls.

We're at Stockholm Central now, with the announcer on speaker telling us to take our places. To Bålsta, to Bålsta. Train to Bålsta, take place. As if he was speaking to the train; not its passengers. We're moving again now. I see the rails run by outside the glass, though it's really just plastic, but I'm not looking out - I'm looking at my phone.

I can't really keep up with the train. My brain keeps up, but the typing goes soooo sloooow. The alternate AI announcer says that alighting is on the left hand side of the train in the direction of travel (roughly translated). We're in Karlberg now, and the train continues to Bålsta, as per the pre-aforementioned plan. We're accelerating now. The cubicle I sit in, previously empty, is 3/4ths full, and a girl in a woolly gray sweater is now sitting beside me, looking at her phone.

There's still one seat free, facing me. Good leg room. The person on the opposite side - sitting by the aisle, smells of garlic. I wonder if I'll catch a cold, but he doesn't cough. I give off some subconsciously good vibes for the garlic. Good choice. Maybe he's on the same diet as me. I don't really think I'll catch a cold while I'm on this diet, but then again I didn't sleep much yesterday, and sleep is just as important as healthy food. The girl sitting beside me sniffles. I wonder if I'll catch a cold again. She's looking at her phone.

We're leaving Sundbyberg now. I glance out the window and see a neon sign pass by. Bright glossy green: Apoteket.

The seat in front of me is still empty, but plenty of people are standing up by the doors. A group at the nearest exit are speaking what sounds like Russian. I wonder if they're gang members. Military, maybe? I've read too many books. I read a long-ass book called Swedish Mafia detailing gang rivalries and histories in Sweden a while ago. It probably took at least 20 train trips to get through. Interesting information, but not very interesting to read. I wonder about what book I'll get for my next trip. Usually I skim my bookshelf and choose one at random; there's plenty left unread.

Spånga. The man with the garlic scent gets up, going for the nearest exit. The girl gets up shortly after, turning the other way, briskly making her way to the next wagon - heading for the exit nearest the station. Even mid-stride she barely looks up from her phone. The seats are empty again, but they're soon occupied again. The same seats. My leg room remains unaltered, though I've kept my legs on my side of the divide anyway. In case someone does want that seat in front of me.

It's two guys this time, with backpacks, probably a decade younger than me. One leans forward, hands on knees. The other does most of the talking.

Barkarby.

Aaaand we're rolling again. I thought I'd end this monologue with "I put down my phone." Something something. "I hear a ring. I look at my phone."

But maybe not. I think ill just put my phone down. Idea. I pick up my phone. "Put my phone to sleep?" Nah, the first one was better. Jakobsberg. Three stations to go. I put down my phone.

This was written on my phone.