March 7, 2024:
"Sorry!" Large woman with larger e-bike, subtly but not egregiously invades my space. We're fine. I have feet which move.
Old Town. The teens with colored hair, and a remarkably odd recruiting poster for the Navy Reserve. A woman with a camera steps from a blue-outlined spacetime portal in the shape of a crucifix. The portal, not the woman. Either way: Huh?
Stupidly I brought a very fat volume which I'd already nearly finished. Final pages on the train, now doomed to carry the thing to no useful purpose. That, plus 40 minutes early for coffee. Like everyone I have my phone.