Headphones are part of daily life at train stations, an urban necessity used by commuters to drown out the flurry of action around them. But the other night at Union Station in Los Angeles, as I watched a woman crawl across the top of an information booth while a man's voice from another room whispered in my ear, the headphones I wore became a way to enhance, not ignore, the experience—like tuning into a pirate radio broadcast where the plot began to come to life before my eyes.
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