It comes out of me, oozes out of me like the smell of liquor after a long night of drinking. I'm so delighted with everything. With the world. With life. With this subway trip. That's taking twice as long as it should. Since we're stuck underground and not moving. And the conductors have abandoned the train. As smoke fills the car. Is this normal? some tourists ask. But that's okay. Although I'm crawling under the smoke to the exit, trying not to breathe in, I'm still full of delight, joy, and optimism. Ooh, someone dropped an uneaten chocolate croissant. Excuse me, sir, are you going to eat that? See, everything's not all that bad.