Every Friday I take the G train to work. Sit in one of the seats that’s perpendicular to the wall, lean my head on the glass and close my eyes. I fall into a reverie as the conductor names the stops that trace the left of Brooklyn: Fulton Street, Myrtle-Willoughby, Metropolitan and Nassau Aves. It’s a peaceful journey. When we arrive at Court Square, last stop, I open my eyes and now the train is crowded.