It stops, it starts.  There is an unconscious, subliminal vehemence to the motion.

I think the metro transportation engineer hates people.

That’s the only explanation I can offer for the abrupt accelerations and decelerations, the jerky movements that disturb the cilia in my inner ear just so.

Another wave of nausea comes and goes, although it’s worse than the last time.  I seriously consider getting off the train and walking the rest of the way.  I work out the locations and travel times in my head, decide that for now it’s easier to stay on board and just tough it out.

I realize that it’s for safety’s sake, that a real human being is there to make sure that everyone gets to their destination.

But I also hope that they get the safety systems fixed so that the smooth rides are restored.