you have to be in love with strangers

in praise of more more more

In New York City this September, I was riding the train back to Brooklyn from the Met and I was eavesdropping. Which is an easy thing to do on the train, but is impossible to do in your car in traffic on I-35. And I overheard one of my favorite things, which is one of those really hasty train goodbyes, where one person says, “this is me,” and their frie…