Missed Moments

Man with Bike

Sunday, 3pm. I’m squeezed between two people, among a group of crushed together people on the 6. The train was so crowded that after one stop an old...

The Foot.

I smelled it first. A decaying, infected, atrocious smell that keep wafting toward my side of the train. I was talking to my friend about his adjustme...

The Quiet

The Subway trains here are atrociously loud. In fact, they’re basically as loud as a jet taking off. Don’t believe me? Read this Guardian article ...

The Running Shoes

I hop onto the rather-full metro. I stand near the front, gripping the pole so I don’t fall as the train lurches forward. At the next stop, a ma...

The Kindle

It’s 5:30 on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. I’m on the Silver Line metro, with thirty other people. We are all clutching our suit...

The New York Times

An upper-20-looking man is sitting on the left seat of the metro. He looks tired, defeated, and acts as if reading The New York Times in front of him ...

Missed Moments

Helllllloooooo readers! I’ve been fascinated by the fear we all have to open up, be vulnerable, and truly connect with other people. If you’ve rea...