Back home, surrounded by strangers. In the city where I grew up, so many people I don’t know. Old friends all gone, living somewhere else, only home for Christmas. But who am I to judge, I’m not home any more often. I avoid the heavy blanket of anonymity as well. I stand in a crowded place, squeezed from every side. The subway doors open and close ceaselessly, letting people in and throwing others out. So many stops, so many places that felt familiar a long time ago. Now there’s other people standing at the station, not a single face I’d possibly recognise. Strangers all around me in a city that once felt like mine. And in the middle of this crowded subway I realise that I’ve become nothing but a stranger too.