I walked those streets with a new schedule, a different rhythm. The empty spaces on the platform felt louder, the distant hum of the train a reminder of what had passed Another day, and it’s the usual; here I am sitting with a novel in my hands. The fifty-minute ride to work couldn’t be spent any better; it’s boring, nothing exciting to look at outside. It’s been months riding the same train; there is nothing new to see. As I turn to page 82 of my book, which lacks traditiona
