Auspices

Eight million people corral themselves through this city every day.

We ride the subways with dozens of strangers in the same car.

So much potential in a stranger.

And it has to be the right stranger.

Rightly strange.

Just one.

Sometimes I put off writing about certain experiences, just because I’m afraid it’ll jinx me.

Maybe I’m a little superstitious that way.

Like I actually believe in coincidences.

I believe in opportunity, though.

I can promise you that.

A little discussion.

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