No man is an Island?

Throngs board the train, where once there had been peace and solitude was now filled with bodies standing close to one another. Close, but separate each one living in their own world alien one to the other. In a world that prided itself with connecting people, each person had connected to others over hundreds of miles yet had lost the connection over a few feet that separated them. I blamed the cell phone and the Walkman, thats where it started. Music on the go had made it possible to stand next to another person easily within arms length yet miles away in our minds. First it was the Walkman, simple idea tapes on the go. Then it was Cd Walkmans, finally it had become the I pod and Video I pod of today. With thousands of songs at the touch of a button you didn't have to hear a word the person next to you said no matter how long the Bus ride was. Public transportation it seemed had put many people together in a small space but much like the flats or apartment buildings, the funny thing was being so close everyone was alone. Sure there are drunks and those who start conversations at random, but for the most part it was mysterious to see so many people crowd a platform waiting for a train, or crowd into a shuttle, without saying a word to one another. Zombies in a Zombie friendly world.