The Wall of Dust
Act I I take the subway every morning at seven-fifteen from Bleecker Street to 14th Street. I've done this for three years. I sit in the same seat—the third from the back in the second car, by the window. I read sometimes. Magazines mostly. Sometimes a novel if I can't sleep. Sometimes nothing at all, just watching the lights in the tunnel go by in their endless identical sequence. Bright....
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