I found a set of lost keys on the J train on Friday around 9:15pm. I saw them when I got on at Marcy, headed east. What to do? Leaving them seemed pointless. Their owner has virtually no chance of finding this same train again. Maybe by some long and odd stroke of luck, weeks from now, the owner might happen onto the train and see them. The key ring could spend weeks sliding back and forth on the seat and floor. But at any time, I reasoned, someone could kick them from the train down to the street. Or someone could just pick them up and keep them as a memento or make some art from their lonely uselessness. I decided to give them to the conductor. He just laughed and put them in his pocket.

Sometimes I feel like the keys.