Inklings 2025

I step onto the train. It’s that weird limbo time between late night and early morning. Almost 3am. In a few hours the clubbers will start to head home and the runners will be lacing up their shoes. Some of them might walk past each other in the lobbies of their buildings. Each probably thinking that they have it better. The car I find myself in is almost empty. Save for a few others, scattered around the train keeping to themselves. I wonder. Who could possibly be out at this time of day? Knowing everyone else is most likely thinking the same about me. Why is that girl carrying flowers? They might think. Where could she be going? It’s the same feeling that you sometimes get at the airport when you’re sitting at the gate. It makes sense for people to be flying Radioactive Sophia Biss ’26 An Observance of a Night in the Metro Gabriela Barreto ’27 41