Strangers, Stations and Surprises: How I Learned to be Inspired by New York

“You shouldn’t be reading things like that. You ought to throw that book away,” came the final words of the woman on the train station platform as I slunk, tail between my legs, between the closing doors.

Having lived in the Empire State for more than a year now, I have become used to idle small talk.

But this was not enough to prepare me for the woman on the train station platform.