When you’re on the subway in New York, people literally could be 11-inches away from you, and you can’t just stare at them.

And then, every time I didn’t see her, there was a fall involved. I thought about dancing on the fifth-floor ledge outside out apartment. Every train she wasn’t on felt something like hitting the pavement...

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I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

There is nothing Tourettic about the New York City subways.

Summer sticks to her skirt sumptuously, in the shiny gray fabric hanging loosely from her curves. Her chestnut eyes, apparently hidden from strangers; her simple but graceful face, unpainted by Madison Avenue; and her straight...

Anyway, I think Florence and I noticed each other before the local train screeched to a halt at the 110th Street station, because as I boarded it felt as though we were supposed to step...

Youth is marked by a breathtaking novelty that diminishes with each year of age – until life becomes a delusive struggle to break routines, escape the ordinary, and rediscover the joy of discovery.