On my way up to Wave Hill I transferred from the A to the 1 at 168th. A wholly different world.
The crossover, orbs of light, the half-pipe, pink, yellow, and green light.
To see the train coming in cavernous tunnels, it seems less like a subterranean worm. Less monstrous, somehow, and the sensory pleasure of light licking the rails.
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