On the train this morning a man presses his screen until the apples line up. A woman gazes at an email picturing her four-year-old child. A woman checks which day of March is today, the time and forecast temperature. A woman flicks through ‘this autumn’ clothes catalogues. A man is plugged into a nuclear disaster movie. The driver announces this is express to Jolimont and people wanting stations in between should “detrain at Clifton Hill.” Why can’t he just say “get off”? “Exit”? A man is refreshing the file for this morning’s meeting. A man glares repeatedly at news feeds.