this morning #876.

this morning, there was this dude sitting across from me in the subway car. hands folded. cold flat expression. somewhat zen yet somewhat scary. shiny clean bald head contrasted by a rather long beard. my initial instinct was to think he was one of those punk rock buddhists like i’d heard about on fresh air. i bet he spent the summer in northern cali at some breathwork retreat. then again, his calm could be silent incel rage. my mind flashed a few images of january 6th & i could easily put him center stage, jaw wide with a “don’t tread on me” flag flying high by his side. i hate these grey lines. if you’re an asshole, make it obvious. being able to judge people based on looks saves us all a lot of time.