The underground PATH system at lunch. Feeling like an alien in a subterranean forced air/light world. The traffic smells of stress, worry, cheer and the walk home. I flow in unseen until I bite into my giant sugar cookie shaped like you.

Update: I’m now beside the shoeshine guy and a little lost. Kind of nice.

P.S. Jeggings? DO NOT WANT.

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