Two young people enter my zone on the 4 train platform. She wears Converses and sports a backpack. His face is filled and his hair drapes over his hoodie. It’s too long– is it a wig? They are a couple; their proximity gives them away. He reaches out for her and settles for a curl in her pocket flap. She rests a hand on his chest. They talk quietly. They are a couple. I plug my ears with music and crank it high enough to blind me.
I don’t really want to study; I want to spend my days writing about my FEELINGS and about love and relations and attraction and oh yes about how I FEEL on the inside HURRAY OH GOODIE. How do you feel, reader? In less than 20 words.