i used to spend my time in (civilized, room-to-sit) transit with the news, with my thoughts, with my notes and writings. when i started driving it was music. when i couldn't--when it was impossible to--listen, it was news, interviews, analysis.
now, jostled, crushed, sandwiched between elbows, shoulders, coffee cups, i'm developing a mild personality disorder. i both read and listen. my big headphones are space-invaders, but they're on. the volume isn't high, but it isn't worried-about-annoying-people low. my phone is usually out. my purse is too big. sometimes i'll take a seat, even if i don't really need it.
it's not me. but there's no other way.
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