There's something very human about this. The personal touch, the relateable public transport love and familial similarities immediately endear me to it; I feel at ease, if slightly depressed, when I read it. It strikes me as a sort of statement about modern technologies distance and isolation, simultaneously confounded and numbing human pain. But I think this might be slightly pretentious on my part.
It's got a basis in truth, no? Have some of these things genuinely happened to you? Because if they have, props on including them. They're heavy but very well entwined into the fabric of this work. I find the feeling here subtle but strong. I really enjoyed this piece, look forward to more mate.