Magazine

I notice this afternoon that the three people standing in front of me as I sit on the 5 train are all reading the exact same thing- New York Magazine’s 40^th Anniversary edition. The same magazine I too was reading all last week on the subway and finally finished this morning. I also notice someone else seated across from me reading the identical New York Times Sunday Magazine from two weekends ago that I am currently flipping through now. Everyone likes to say New York is so diverse and we like to think we are such individuals. But really we are all the same.