— Yesterday morning, a slim woman with short, platinum blonde hair was walking along Front hugging herself the way some children do, smiling a little too brightly. And when she began to coo at nothing with that same smile, talking to the space at her side, and carrying that same adoring “I Love The World” glance as though someone were walking immediately with her . . . I figured she was having either a better morning or a worse morning than I could. She was, otherwise, a perfectly normal looking young women.

— An East Asian couple sit together, silent, on the subway. She is a little pregnant, and dozing. He suddenly strokes her hair so tenderly, gazing intently, just a couple times but she does smile a little.