This is a great picture of an old clock at Grand Central Station. Trains are a part of life in the city - so much of a city dweller's life is spent commuting and putting up with all the aggravation that goes with it. But, you can find beauty in the strangest, dirtiest things in train stations- like this clock, which we could barely see. We pointed the camera and the flash did the rest. The other picture is a close-up of the warning strip on the platform edge. The "eyeballs" on it have always fascinated me. It's like they dare you to stay away!
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Racing and running
Argh! My Metro card is stuck!
I missed the train – fuck!
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Stuck behind track work.
Re-routed, people confused.
Fucking MTA!
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Ode to the Electric Sewer
Tunneling people,
gleaming metal snakes in tubes,
rumbling underground.
The pushing people,
anxious to get in, ride as
sardines in a can.
No personal space,
many elbows in your face,
far below traffic.
Into black darkness,
following the secret paths
lined with graffiti.
With speed, we emerge -
from one noise to another,
platform of garbage.
We pick our way up
through hawkers, performers, to
the city surface.
As a kid, it was
magic, but now just a ride.
Fast, cramped, and noisy.
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