The air outside was heavy and damp. Lights gave off voltaic halos that were caught by the specks of water. Doors opened, atomistic behavior took over. People bumped against one another, against objects, against me, bouncing until they found an inlet. Finally we each found a container to enter, we pressed into one other, we became a massed block racing South. I was against a man in his 50's with a cabbie hat, a gaunt face, blue eyes. He was against a dark-haired woman who tried to pretend she was alone, but she was touching someone, who was touching someone, down the whole machine we formed solid matter.

 

 

 

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