You know that feeling you get when you’re all alone in a foreign airport and you’re lonely and missing home and feeling nostalgic and reminiscent and reflective about life in general? That was me this morning. I was heading home from a friend’s house and I walked down the stairs into the subway station to catch the 6 train, and just as I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw the train pull in so I ran over to the turnstile, swiped my card, and sprinted for the doors, which closed just as I reached them. I went and sat down in a chair, tired and defeated, and about 20 metres down the platform, a busker began to play Jeff Buckley’s rendition of Hallelujah. It was a real life cinematic, New York moment.
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