Sometimes you gather red flags under your belt, thinking what does it matter to know better when you barrel ahead regardless?
I pick the wrong side of the train, watching parking lots and wild
vines instead of the Hudson River Valley, bury myself in work, try to
forget that it is my first time breathing the air with other people in a
contained space since it was still winter. I wipe down the seat with my
antibacterial wipes.
It smells like 2020.
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