The end of summer wafts. You can feel it, the ebb and flow of 12 million lives slowing down for the first time in months, exhausted from the excitement, heat and electric of a summer spent chasing dreams and flings. You raise your eyebrows at the oddity of seeing an empty seat on your Friday evening train rides into the east, the teal and cream vinyl cold and lonely without the hot and sticky thighs of the summer weekend rush to give it the same warmth.