I keep seeing a person who I know is no longer living in nyc in different places. Mainly in the subway. I don’t see their face but it’s the body and the hat and the clothing and the way they stand. I don’t know what this means. Transportation, just as a general idea, is a fascinating theme for me. In grad school I used to study traffic patterns on Interstate -5 (purely for entertainment and for writing ideas) I found their patterns of stoppage and flow to be meditative. There was something biological and visceral but also strangely metallic and alien about it. As if collectively vehicles made this moving being whole with vibrating moving parts. I know there is probably no chance I will be reunited with this person. He is from my past. I just find it odd to be recognizing it in public. What is my mind searching for?