“We stood on opposite sides of the tracks and looked at each other. The light was bright where she was standing, and between us, where the tracks and the pillars are, it was dark. Time passed, but no trains came. We stood and looked at each other across the gap.

It was the saddest moment I remember of my years in the city.”

From the NYT‘s “Metropolitan Diary”

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