and when we got there, I saw a vision. This woman on the platform about to come on just as Cote and I were supposed to be getting off. There was something gamine about her, her hair was cropped short and mannish and she was wearing suspenders like a man, and I don’t think she was wearing a brassiere . . . I could see a faint outline of her nipples through the thick undershirt she was wearing. I’ve really never seen anything like her, and haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since. I’m not sure if I want to look like her or get to know her.

