Stepping onto the train platform, the long island rail road experience is just the slightest bit discomfiting. I’ll tap the touchscreen of the ticket machine and ask myself, peak or off-peak? Eleven dollars? It used to be nine fifty.

All aboard and the train is filled with the kinds of people I might rather have forgotten about. A bit too rotund, a bit too disheveled, a bit too hood. A bit too much animal behind their eyes. But then again, I’ve always been a bit paranoid, a bit suspicious, a bit elitist.

I’m going to check the status of the Occupation, among other things. The people of Liberty Square were evicted just days before I left Melbourne. They have returned, and I’m curious to see if this is a place I may spend more time. I’ll join them for a general assembly.