This is me on the R train back from Brooklyn the other night. I was the only one in the car between DeKalb and Prince Street.
It looks like I’m in a fallout shelter, doesn’t it? Underground, reasonably secure, clean air, artificial light … plenty rats for eating …
Yep, that’s New York. The city that really does provide everything, for those willing to harvest its bounty.
Vincent Schavelli didn’t wander past shouting “THIS IS MY TRAIN” did he?
If you hear the sounds of clacking spoons (a la Mimic), GET OUT OF THE SUBWAY!