Small World (After All)
The universe is a strange place. Sometimes you end up on the subway, facing the girl you’re always reblogging and sometimes emailing and you recognize each other, but neither of you says a word, and you’re wearing the same scarf because of course you are, why wouldn’t you be?
I was sixty percent sure it was Caroline sitting across from me but I was also really involved in the fight the Russian tourists on the other end of the car were having.