On the 1/9

"Oh my gosh!"

"Are you ok? Miss!  Are you ok!"

"Do you want to sit down? Step aside everyone, give her space!"

"Here, sit down—sit down here—"

"Wait... wait!  Don't sit her there! You have to get off the train. Miss. You have.to.get.offthetrain! Getoff the train!"

"Let her sit down... "

"Get her off the train. Hey, get off the train!"

A brief two minutes. Manhattan, New York City. A middle age woman sits on the stained bench, breath laboring, head in shivering hands, waiting for uniformed help.  The subway  door closes and the men and women in suits look on.  Relief that a minor seizure did not waste precious minutes in their commute to work. 

Back to reading the news. News of people. Tragedies and scandals and war.  People in tragedies people in scandals and people in war.

Off you go, to your glass castles with glass hearts and glass minds unblinking glass lives.

I can hear the sound of a thousand million souls breaking.