February 13, 2010. The subway ride north from 72nd to 96th is a most interesting trip. Looking west out the window into the downtown tunnel, the entire trip to 79th street is ablaze with racks of lights, like a country fair or a circus sideshow. The train speeds by and the lights flash by, and go on and on. I wonder if the doors at 72nd Street hide a secret home of the people who populate this subterranean light circus. They are so ornate, so out of place in the grime of the tracks, that they stand in stark contrast. Something wonderful must be behind them, I think. Further north, we pass an abandoned stop, its vaulted walls and ceilings covered in graffiti. How I would like to go spelunking in these caverns and explore the markings and drawings I spied as we sped by. There are always wonders that abound in New York in the most peculiar places.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
THE SECRET DOOR
February 13, 2010. The subway ride north from 72nd to 96th is a most interesting trip. Looking west out the window into the downtown tunnel, the entire trip to 79th street is ablaze with racks of lights, like a country fair or a circus sideshow. The train speeds by and the lights flash by, and go on and on. I wonder if the doors at 72nd Street hide a secret home of the people who populate this subterranean light circus. They are so ornate, so out of place in the grime of the tracks, that they stand in stark contrast. Something wonderful must be behind them, I think. Further north, we pass an abandoned stop, its vaulted walls and ceilings covered in graffiti. How I would like to go spelunking in these caverns and explore the markings and drawings I spied as we sped by. There are always wonders that abound in New York in the most peculiar places.
