NOTE: WORK OF FICTION
As you step out of the crowded wagon, you feel it right away. It is in the air, a kind of electricity. It radiates everywhere, as if every passer-by was the pole of an alkaline battery. It is more acute than a mere atmosphere : you feel it like a real sensation, a shiver, running its claws down your spine. Both stressful and exciting. You have the impression to be a high-liner sent on the cable without harness : you are unsafe, but oddly confident – in fact, your location is nothing but the usual.
You know it in here.
