The hooded figure sits tight as he waits for the arrival of the next train , eager to see what the world has brought for him today , for his mind to feast upon and fill his little head with endorphins from new and interesting experiences. Jordan found peace here , the echoes , the silence , filthy tiles , miserable smiles , the fact that most of these people he shall never meet again , a certain sense of apocalyptic nature to the place , a million souls shall pass through this place , but where do they get spewed out ? Sewage spills from...