in the rush hour train, from in between many bodies, we all become privy to a woman's cellphone conversation. it is a clearly enunciated obviously private exchange involving much offering of solace and advice. it is in fact rather fascinating.
perhaps by avoiding eye contact and forgoing courtesies we are able to forget that a crowd is made up of other sentient beings, who nonetheless remain unapologetically happy to listen in on us.
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