The Interior Monologues of Space Invaders

Excuse me, but I simply must stand in your face. Yes, I realize that the subway car is nearly empty; still, somehow seeing you leaning up against the doors like that just compels me to come and stand directly in front of you. And I also need to spread my foot across like this, so that you cannot get out without interacting with me in some way. Do you mind if I touch my feet ever so slightly to yours? Forgive me. I realize that the next stop is on the other side of the subway car. Still, I need to face you intimately. Continue reading