Postscript to Brown-Eyed Blue Line Emo Boy,
I saw you again tonight, this time at the Damen station. I ran into a friend and as she and I walked down the east-side stairs, you came down the west. We were on the same train.
Tonight you wore a sporty Timberland-type coat and a backpack. But I knew it was you when I saw those eyes--and that tuft of hair that juts from the right side of your head.
I didn't see your cassette player and headphones; tonight, were you just listening to your thoughts?