I'm en route, for the first time in nearly a year, on the long subway ride between boroughs. Early in the morning when everyone is exceptionally grumpy and dazed, fading in and out, folded over sleeping or barely hanging on to a pole, with eyes shut tight and white wires hanging from each ear, I'm hanging onto wakefulness to take advantage of this long stretch of time to read. I've forgotten how long this ride is - two hours from the land of Bronck to the bay of sheep's heads

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