The Old World Is Dead

Subway Punches, Needle Jabs, Political Lies, and Why It’s OK to Still Feel Unsettled

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Someone punched me the other day in the Clark Street subway station. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember the last time anyone had hit me in anger. The person who hit me, who was sitting on a platform bench and looked like they were going through some sort of mental-health crisis…