One of my post-college roommates was a Craigslist Missed Connections obsessor. She’d check them over every day, and occasionally read them aloud to me. They always seemed romantic, or at least dashingly honest. I think Sophie Blackwell illustrations of them are genius. The combination of her watercolors and script and someone else’s passing thought is so “what are we doing here anyway?” Whenever I ride the Boston T, it seems like all of us will never notice each other or the passing breeze of serendipity ever again. But evidently, at least according to the Missed Connections section, people are still paying attention.