Amid the crush of subway pushers cramming themselves into a car not really equipped to handle the stuffing is a chubby Asian woman pushing a wheelchair containing a grab-bag collection of mismatched textiles covering the tiny body of what I assume from the patterns is a woman, perhaps an ancient one. But maybe not, because the head is hanging and the face is obscured, and even the hands, which barely move, are covered with gloves, textured and cream-colored. I feel I cannot speak in the presence of such a being, that to express anything but solemn respect would be overkill.