Subway thoughts:

How can I be mere inches from another person’s face and never speak a word. I can analyze the blemishes on this person’s skin but not their thoughts. 

The blank stares throughout this hollow tunnel are haunting. How is it possible this is what a society so driven by connection has become in such a populated place? 

I drank too much at lunch. 

NY is a weird city man.

I don’t know about subway. And was before my time. 2005 (when I started riding metra Chicago.) 

Stories of book clubs. Bar cars. Good times and friends along the commute. 

Screens really killed a lot.