The other day on TV I watched this film trailer from a upcoming movie called The Strangers. Then I went online to YouTube and watched it again. And again. And once more. There’s nothing remarkable about it or, seemingly, the film: A family gets attacked in their isolated cabin by a group of masked strangers. Nothing new here. Yet, later that night I found myself walking slower, with heavier breath, through the darkened hallway of my apartment. I was terrified, absolutely terrified, thinking of the narrator’s voice describing my own situation as I turned a corner waiting for someone to jump out at me. When I went to bed: same thing. I had to do a series of checks around the room before shutting my light.
The young Arab man was sweating. It was a sweaty train, but it mattered to Josh that he was sweating. What was he so nervous about?
Josh got on the 1 train at 66th Street heading downtown to 14th Street. The Arab got on at 59th Street heading, well, Josh could only imagine where. If the […]