Fiction | October 31, 2017

During the day, you wander the streets of Manhattan in a trance, half-floating above the pavement. Sometimes you ride the M104 bus all the way to the end of the line and back, staring out the windows at the city streets. You like riding the bus; it perfectly embodies how you feel: part of the world but also separate from it.
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