rush hour

There’s a certain part of my daily commute when I feel like I’m walking through a stampede of antelope. It’s when I get off the 1 train at Columbus Circle, all of sudden, there’s like a crowd of thousands sprinting toward you, to try to catch the train you just left. If you actually try to navigate the herd, someone inevitably careens into you. The best way, I have found, is to not look at them and keep walking. Don’t even look at them, keep a steady pace, and just trust it’s all going to work out. The moment you think about it, boom. In that way, it’s like dancing. Also, it reminds me of how ants instinctively work their way around each other.

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