The people we pass again and again in cities can become as familiar as landmarks. But, Fiona Hyde wonders, what happens when those not-quite-strangers disappear?
It’s funny, the relationships you can forge with total strangers. A few years ago, there was a couple I’d see on my way to work every morning. They always seemed to be running late, noticeably rushing along. Sometimes you’d see them even breaking into a fuck-we’re-really-late jog, which looked out of place in the surrounding pavement shuffle. I heard their accents a few times. English. Over for a job? I couldn’t tell. Must be, going to the same place every morning at the same time. “Why don’t they just leave earlier?” I’d think. But then, I was always late for work too.