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Introduction	When I first moved to New York, I found the subways incredibly depressing. I am a people person, maybe a little empathic, maybe just over-involved in life and over-interested in whatever it is that flows in the space between people…I don’t know. All I know is that seeing so many people look so vacant and disengaged was hard. For a while, I tried turning on my IPod wherever I went, or burying myself in a book or magazine, but it felt wrong, lonely, tiresome to have to constantly maintain my own isolated little bubble. So one day I quit. I started smiling at people, making an effort to compliment, or at the very least, acknowledge people. And it felt good. Turns out all those vacant looking shells are full of real souls if you know how to find them. It feels good to connect with people, and I want to share that feeling. With you. With the people I commute home alongside tonight. With everybody.

Introduction

When I first moved to New York, I found the subways incredibly depressing. I am a people person, maybe a little empathic, maybe just over-involved in life and over-interested in whatever it is that flows in the space between people…I don’t know. All I know is that seeing so many people look so vacant and disengaged was hard. For a while, I tried turning on my IPod wherever I went, or burying myself in a book or magazine, but it felt wrong, lonely, tiresome to have to constantly maintain my own isolated little bubble. So one day I quit. I started smiling at people, making an effort to compliment, or at the very least, acknowledge people. And it felt good. Turns out all those vacant looking shells are full of real souls if you know how to find them. It feels good to connect with people, and I want to share that feeling. With you. With the people I commute home alongside tonight. With everybody.