Waving, Drowning
Today, I was trying to synchronize a song on my iPod to the exact moment I came out from the under the Queensboro tunnel, which I almost succeeded in doing so, but ultimately, kinda failed. As the train pulled out from underground, I was staring out the window at the now-familiar things: the "Agent Orange" spray-painted barrier, the huge TV screen blocks away, the rows & rows of parked taxis -- thinking about how different my life is now, how everything has changed and it won't ever be the same again -- when I noticed at 39th street, this man stopped on the steps peering out a little hole drilled into the metal sidings of the station.
Weirdos! This city is full of weirdos!!!
2004-12-06 | 4:04 p.m.
