Taheyra recognized in me the connection we choose to ignore on tubes. She saw past my hardened exterior of the high pressure torch of urban living. It was not just her ability to open up to complete strangers and converse on the deepest levels of the human need for companionship, that made me sit there and listen to her long past sundown; it was the ease at which she made it possible. I was not trying to have a meaningful conversation, I was just having one; enjoying the excavation of my thoughts by a complete stranger, albeit an expert at uncovering layers of dust and mold from nine to five jobs, rush hours and frivolous indulgences.