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March 18, 2004
I love the random bonding moments that occur with one's fellow New Yorkers. In a city where nearly everyone is anonymous at all times, these moments are somehow more memorably, even more intimate, than the casual familiarity that one experiences in a small town. While sitting in a delayed D train at 7th Avenue, both you and the woman across from you strain to make out the garbled announcement, but all either of you can catch is "for alternative downtown service, transfer is available to the E train." You catch each other's eyes, and both laugh at the absurd world.