I felt an odd thing this morning as I sit on this train with a group of familiar strangers: connection. I am starting to recognize them as my shared daily riders, and kind of want to introduce myself to them.
Not out of community or social convention, but the selfish act of someone missing me if I stopped showing up one day. Is it such a bad thing to want to be memorable?
The girl in front of me has rainbow wristbands and is clutching a stuffed pink unicorn. Her pink Chuck Taylor shoes have the word PIMP written in Sharpie on the toe.
And the police just came down the train with a drug dog. It's Friday morning I guess. Obey, citizen.
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