Ocd Stories

I thought I was the only one still working in the office that evening. I'd stayed late, trying to reach a good stopping point, and my eyes were now bleary from staring at spreadsheets. At twenty-four, I'd found a job with an okay salary and decent benefits, but I still felt aimless. I kept asking myself what I actually wanted to do with my life. Maybe this was the only realistic option. At least I was able to pay my bills...

In the northwest corner of the Bronx, one of the five boroughs of New York City, a subway line begins, the #1 Broadway local. It goes nearly due south through eight or ten distinct and very different neighborhoods on its way to the Battery, the southern tip of Manhattan. The first stop (or last stop, as you like) is 242nd Street. It’s fairly close to the city line, so people on the train also come from Yonkers, the immedi...