Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
In A Week Of Subways, Writer Considers Accidents of Chance (And Cars)
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2005 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
My attempt at an NYT-style headline. About to go to sleep in NYC for the last time on this trip. My new column is up.
I don't remember the crash. I swore, wide-eyed, as I slammed on the brakes and then stared in shock, past a deflating air bag and through an intact windshield, past a crumpled hood, at the car I'd stopped by running into its rear end.
The CD player was still playing They Might Be Giants. I turned it off.