There are moments, in the midst of our individual scurryings, when someone pulls us from our inward selves, out and up and back to reality, reminding us that there is more going on than what is happening in the small bubble of our own lives. Tonight, I was rapidly approaching the apex of a bout of extreme existential loneliness. I was sure I wouldn’t make it home, sure I was going to lay down on the sidewalk and give up. And then, I got on the metro and sat across from a girl. I didn’t know this girl, but we sat across from each other, mirror images. Heads held up by our hands, sad eyes looking into sad eyes. Then we both smiled. She got off at the next stop and the moment ended but it remained imprinted on my mind. That few seconds of solidarity with a stranger allowed me to breathe and to make it home in one piece. Sure I’m still going to listen to Elliott Smith and mope but it seems way less tragic now. So thanks metro girl, you made me feel less alone in the universe.