On Many Edges

A young man, Chinese by the looks of him and the neighborhood, gave up his seat for an elderly woman. I shifted uncomfortably and looked around.

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“Do you know how I can get to the trains from here?”

The young woman paused, directed me North a few blocks. I passed through idle groups of young people: college students. I was invisible. What a difference a few years and a button-up shirt made.

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My coworkers smile at me parentally.

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I stepped into dance practice. Some eyes met my mine while others carefully kept their gaze hooded. I smiled and turned to the mirror, my back to a room full of strangers.

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I greeted him warmly and sat down to playtest. It was the first time we’d met in person.

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  1. A new, multi-million dollar workspace for innovative technology startups. In the corner, a glass partition enclosed a tightly packed group of people working, playing, and typing intently.

I watched them from the other side and wondered why it was I who felt like the one in a cage.