To the beautiful young lady with glasses on the number 80 a couple weeks back, the one in the military green jacket: We exchanged silent nervous glasses and I regret not introducing myself. Maybe it was on account of a mutual timidness or perhaps I was awe-struck by your soft features. Whatever the case I’m putting all my eggs in the basket of serendipity and hoping our paths may cross again. However, if they don’t, I’ll remember those brief moments of eye contact fondly and I wish you a beautiful life as perfect strangers.
—Fat Moby
This article appears in Oct 18-24, 2018.