While looking at jobs I got really bored and starting looking at the new york missed connection. I saw this little post, and it was the nicest little post that really made my day a bit brighter.
Here it goes;
One week ago this morning, you were standing on the morning Q train, short black hair severely cut in contrast against your skin, wearing glasses and arching a hellenic neck over some Ayn Rand. I was standing and reading David Markson. My god, think of the uncompromising English that could exist between us.
But I departed at 34th St. and left a trail of unrhymed couplets trudging in my wake. Truth is, never see you again - but know that on a dreary morning train you were the absence of all superfluous material from Parkside to 34th St.
the only reason I have any doubt to believe its about me is because I ride the Q and I'm reading an ayn rand book but I could also be completely wrong.
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