i was on the subway today during rush hour and it was packed you know like bodies pressed so close you can smell everyone's breath and hair product and i felt so utterly invisible like a ghost in my own skin i saw this young woman maybe twenty her face illuminated by her phone a single tear tracking a path through her makeup and i felt this surge of something almost a diagnostic empathy you could call it but then i just faded back into the crowd one more body one more silent observer of all these little screens you become a non-entity a statistical outlier a whisper in the wind that no one hears... it’s a strange thing this anonymity in plain sight.