Many Bothans died to bring you this information.

I’ve been listening to “Eyes” by Rogue Wave for a good hour now. It reminds me of 1 am train rides to Grand Central. How during those brief thirty minutes the motion of the blurring landscape drowns my manic thoughts. How you can’t tell the difference between city lights and shooting stars through the dirty windows. How inexplicably everything will turn out okay. That you will meet a boy with crinkly eyes who will kiss you at the terminal. Songs are stronger then smell in that sense.

Step carefully over the gap when boarding or exiting the train. Mind the heart.