Monopolized Reality For The Maintenence Of Order

[Monologue]
She didn't fall right into the train, like you'd picture it happening. I guess if you timed it perfectly it would be possible to get that certain ... bug-in-a-windshield effect ... but, no, it wasn't like that

She fell all the way and landed on the tracks with about two and a half seconds left on the clock; broken down like this: First a confused, "what the fuck just happened to me?" look, and then a horrific abbreviated moment of total comprehension as she looked up

Destiny caught her half-standing, in a doomed escape attempt that could not have possibly been enough, a scream cut short, a forced, unprepared auto eulogy, interrupted and spread liberally over three-hundred feet of subway line

Commotion, into which the man disappeared. Shock and bewilderment. The general disgust that couldn't entirely veil the underlying fascination. Lots of shrieking, as if they were all finishing off for her. A half-compliant evacuation
Police
Firemen
Authority to officialized tragedy
Yellow tape
The Six-o-Clock news to tell the people what they never saw. Monopolized reality for the maintenance of order, collected at the source and redistributed as is seen fit
Sterilized

Meanwhile, a strong stench. The men in the blue overalls trying not to retch. The ones that have to account for every fingernail before the rats do. The vulgarity of the scene. The permanence of the image

You never fully realize until moments like this, that people really are 70 percent water