By: Gabriela Yareliz
I saw somewhere that a company wants to bring landlines back for children. I like it. It reminds me of spending hours on the phone with a friend. It’s a formative time. Screens don’t invite children to live real life.
I am sitting on a train (I swear I spend most of my time under something— underwater at work or underground in a train). Everyone looks annoyed. Maybe it’s the rain.
Did you know people actually play those little Candy Crush games? I didn’t think so, but apparently, it’s a thing.
I see less people with those little monsters clipped to their bags. Are we emerging from something?
The weather feels like fall. I have on suit shorts (like the kind you can wear to work and with a blazer), a long sleeve shirt, and Hunter boots on. Nothing says in-between like a half-and-half wardrobe.
I read somewhere else that winter may arrive as soon as October to NYC. I wonder if it’s true. I wonder where I get my information.
The train conductor announces a next stop in Brooklyn, but we are in Manhattan going in the opposite direction. He corrects himself. We all exhale.
I have a Bagel Pub bagel my husband got me. I am excited for this treat. It is the ray of sunshine in the middle of useless meetings where I know nothing will be resolved because that is what people do— waste other’s time.
A man on this train woke up and chose flavored water. I think back at when I was eight and would gravitate toward strawberry bubbly water. Who knows what I was actually drinking.
Isn’t it weird how some things that are “normal” to us one day become a “never again”? I am not sure exactly when that happens, but it does.
It’s Thursday. Or as we call it around here— mini Friday. I am ready— boots, bagel and all.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 