IMPOSTOR SYNDROME

I held a personal grudge against the A train for a long time. I used to rely on it daily to commute to commute from Bushwick to Washington Heights. Maybe it seems irrational to hate a piece of infrastructure to the point of personifying it and giving it motives, but hear me out. You see, the A train has no true schedule, and it certainly doesn’t give a shit about yours, mine, or anyone else’s. Every morning I would get to the 14th street platform and wait for anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes. De...