Another day, another subway commuter pushed onto the tracks. He was just declared dead: Asian man, 58 years old.
Like a lot of other people, I can occasionally be found leaning far out over the tracks, in hopes of spying the first lights of a distant train. It’s a thoroughly useless exercise.
And then I read about incidents like this one and I’m reminded to step back, away from that bright-yellow precipice. I imagine myself hunkering down, lowering my center of gravity, planting my feet as hard as I can. I look around, sizing up the people on my platform. Who’s most likely to want to kill me?
After a few days of this, I’ll get complacent and start leaning back over those tracks again. It’s a luxury, in a sense — a sign that we trust our fellow commuters. But for now, I figure, a little paranoia pays.
(Photo by Eric Skiff)