Notes: The boy has degenerated into a heap of white tee shirt and black skin. Finger extended above his head he traces the BART map making hissing explosive sounds at each turn and stop. Twisting his fingers like he’s turning some oversized knob. He’s the only one playing on the Train. He’s the only one making noise. The only one actively exploring his surroundings. The only one searching for food. The only one asking for help. For a minute he seems like the only living thing on the bart. With a brain frying like an egg, operating from an animal brain stem, focussing on the bare necessities: Shelter, Food and Human interaction.