I went back to work yesterday.

The pseudo-relationships that form from taking the same paths daily are strange.  There’s a guy who has the exact same & fairly uncommon commute as me: 8:30 or 8:40 AM N from Union Square to the Brooklyn Army Terminal building at the 59th Street stop; 5:40 or 5:50 PM N reverse in the early evening (don’t stalk me; I’ll cut you).  I know what floor he works on but despite overhearing snippets of conversations with his coworkers, don’t know what he does or which company he’s at.  He wears jeans and a dress shirt with black socks and wingtips to work and plays games (I think) on his phone during the commute; also listens to music or maybe a podcast?  Wears glasses.  If we were anywhere other than New York City, he’d seem maybe anorexic, but here he’s just hipster small.

Sometimes I wonder what he does between 9:30 AM and 5:30 PM as we sit in the same building, and what he does between 6:30 PM and 8:30 AM when we’re not.  I guess this reads like a Craigslist missed connection but not really because ..

I’ll see you tomorrow.