There are many times when New York feels like a small town.
Tuesday morning, for instance, I saw a guy reading a book on the subway. On the way home, I saw the same guy.
He was reading David Byrne's 'Bicycle Diaries'. Granted, I recognized the book (orange cover, celebrity author) rather than that fellow (non-descript, young Brooklynite dressed in jeans).
There were multiple occasions, running into one old coworker on the R train at the oddest times. There was even the time when I recognized a classmate in one of my photos, in the middle of a crowd.
There are so many instances that I don't remember. And instances that happened that I didn't even notice.
Happens all the time.
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