April 30, 2017
Framing the Rush
I stood on the subway platform this morning, watching the blur of faces as the train pulled in. Everyone seemed to be...
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Reflections
April 29, 2017
The Ghost of the Commute
If we were to strip away the architecture of our daily routines, would we find anything solid beneath the surface? We spend...
April 29, 2017
The Hum of Passing Souls
The smell of damp wool and ozone always brings me back to the platform. It is a sharp, metallic scent that clings...
