Most of my writing exists as a thick goo of words clogging up the ends of my fingertips. Some of these manage to make it through via forces unbeknownst to me, though sitting in a train carriage seems to do the trick. I'm not sure if this is a result of propulsion or an unexpected offspring of avoiding eye contact. What I'm trying to say is that these shorts were brought to you by me, Kriselda Rabino, Sydney's CityRail and London's Tube network.