Walking. Into the Wildebeest.


What was it, 20 seconds? A week ago?

I step over the gap and exit the train car.


Hundreds of Suits are charging for the exits and I’m leaning into the rushing current. The great Serengeti wildebeest migration in the tunnels of Grand Central.

Hooves pounding.

I slow my pace and meekly hug the edge of the platform.

Hold on.

Hold it right there. [Read more…]

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