2007年06月28日

Street Life NYC

I have nothing to do with this video, but it gives you a nice idea of what it’s like being in New York.




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2007年06月21日

MTA

I’m sitting on a worn wooden bench. Layers of industrial varnish worn through where thousands of humans make contact in the course of a year. Five evenly spaced wooden ribs delineate territory for six evenly spaced sitting bodies and mock those who would seek to rest prostrate. The places fill in odd spacing or even until full as is only natural. The seat with spent sunflower seeds, brushed aside, and some tagger’s tag in black marker fills last. Or at least it would fill last, but the disturbed air signals a lack of necessity.

There are only two such benches on the long lonely stretch of wall.

A soft whisper follows the air and precedes the false arrhythmical sound of thick, taught steel cables being strummed sparsely. The real sound warps ricochets and distorts through the empty corridors and chambers.

The concrete floor is black with dirt and soot. The yellow trim, with slightly less affinity for muck and gum is still stained and seems, however, no less abused than it’s concrete counterpart. Peeling, chipped cream paint reveals and highlights, more than it conceals, the true dark nature of the concrete sky.

The industrial rib cage is laid bare; three long rows of heavy iron beams spaced each an arm span apart.

The strumming becomes a rattle, the whispering a roar, and the air a gale. Metal scrapes against metal and the thundering silver monster breaches into the enclave. It shrieks a deafening cry as every ounce of dented metal, marked glass, and human misery fights every application of stopping power.

The covering of tiles, stained teeth of an old man, yellowed, cracked or missing, is suddenly obscured by rivets and reflection.

The beast lurches to a stop. A thousand metal mouths gasp open. I stand, step forward, and the beast swallows me whole. It pauses, motionless, for a moment.

The beast starts with a jerk and continues, picking up speed. Insatiable, it will feed on thousands. Today, tomorrow, every day; scouring, in perpetuity, the decaying vascular soul of the teeming colony above.

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