How can you not envy those street dogs who lie on the rooftops under which lesser mortals like you and me fight for nonexistent space in trains? How can you not feel a bit better about yourself seeing them so damn lost in their lalaland while the sun warm their fur? How can you not realize that the only difference between them and us is they are cultured and yet wholeheartedly nudist? How can you not stop and stare at your good luck of finding the finest species—at their heartbreakingly cute vulnerable state—that ever happened to humans? How?
I don't know about my fellow commuters but i do.
PS: At the same time, i'm glad to notice that like us, they too have realized that the only way to go in this dogforsaken city is vertical, not horizontal.