Sights and Sounds


4:00pm, Brooklyn, NY, the 7th Ave stop on the Q train.

As I descended the stairs I could immediately tell there was something amiss: it wasn’t difficult.

The normally quiet station was filled with grumbling occupants, milling about, threading the open doors of the oddly dormant train. Having previously experienced a near panicked crowd on the Staten Island Ferry thanks to a police macing I wasn’t eager to join the masses, but in New York, a show is a show, and so I lingered on the stairs, ready for a quick escape should something tragic occur.

25 minutes later, with the crowd’s ranks further swollen, I left the station for greener pastures… or rather, running trains.

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