Watching strangers on the subway

I find a spot to stand on the train and it feels like a paradise, spaces between strangers sock and shoes and sweat and stories— let me keep my distance. Although there is a tiredness to it. I was taught I could do any damn thing, and I believe it: I feel my uniqueness liftingContinue reading “Watching strangers on the subway”

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