That's Delancy Street behind them. I have a billion memories there.
This couple, they talk non-stop and in between words sometimes he puts his head on her shoulder and sometimes she gives him kisses on his cheek and he reads over her shoulder and they make sure they understand where he's getting off, where's she getting off, where they meet later or what stop is coming up...
I pretended I am captivated by something on my phone, just like everybody else on the train. But really I am taking pictures of memories to come. ** Related Posts:
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.