Public transportation in New York is a… not given… not anything… it’s just how you do it.
One takes the A, C, E, the 1 and 9, the F… I don’t know. One dreads the L at every moment that they are forced to take the L.
fuckin’ grey shit.
… because the L is only ever taken by force. The borough of Manhattan is only 2 miles across. Walk that shit. One finds themselves on the L or more likely, waiting for the L. It’s never a conscious decision.
Unless one lives in hipster Brooklyn… in which case… well, enough said. You don’t live in New York… you live in gentrified Brooklyn… The ‘hip’ can’t actually be ‘cool’.
Plus, many of these aforementioned gentrified Brooklynites own cars.
Cars? In metropolitan New York?
Ha… fuck you.
But I digress.
after 10, 11pm … just like…
…night passed night. Yeah, you know, THAT time; 4am in the morning, for example. I don’t know when the frequency actually stops. When the urgency of people cease to matter. And the people must adjust their urgency to the frequency… or lack-there-of, of the trains.
One better like the wooden bench-chairs… the emptiness… and the clack-click…woosh of all the distant trains that aren’t theirs [one’s]. They better like that.
Oh and the cold… I always forget about the frigid freeze.
Because they’re gonna be there a while. And a while passed that while. They better be pretty fucked up. And wake to the noise of the train roaring into their station at last.
My car is dead… sort of. Monetarily; for the foreseeable future. On the IV drip that is mechanical life support. I believe it is on the accelerator donor list.
and… I, now, live in Southern California.
And as NY is to subways; CA is to cars.
But fuck that.
I don’t need the car.
I just need a really cool mix to listen to as the bus takes me where ever.
That’s another thing, what the fuck is a mix cd? Ha.