Posts from the ‘NYC Subway Photography’ Category
the thing about microwaves is that they’ve made us soft. before, when you wanted to boil water, you put some water in a pot and put it on the stove for six or seven or eight minutes. then, if you didn’t have a tea kettle, you had to pour the water from the pot into a cup and more often than not, the water spilled onto the counter or on the floor but at least you were careful not to burn yourself. nowadays, when you want hot water, you put your water in a mug and put it in the microwave for a minute. the only thing you have to be careful about now is not burning yourself on the damn mug handle. you think you should be careful about all those gamma rays in the water, but those scientists said there was nothing wrong with microwaved water. that was until you started growing breasts and you suddenly started having a strong urge to collect barbies and all your phone calls were lasting fifteen to twenty minutes and how all you want to eat is some nutella on a spoon in the dark watching reruns of modern family and off the map on the internet.
forty four more to go . . .
i stepped on my hamster today.
“$998.00. Four seater sofa. Easy to keep clean with removable, dry clean only cover. The 3-seat sofa can be divided in the middle and extended with e.g. a 1-seat section.”
when you come underground, into my station, you live by my rules. those rules are not simply lines in my mind but pathological truths that float through this stale air and give it, even for a fleeting second, a semblance of comfort rolled into some order.
the life everlasting.
know the ledge.
sometimes it pays to buy news.
when i sleep, i imagine doing horrible things to sarah ferguson, duchess of york.
a marvel in stainless steel technology. each car weighs about seventy two thousand pounds. it uses a wabco air supply and brake system. each car costs one million two hundred fifteen thousand four hundred and sixty six dollars. there are five cars in a number four train so in total, the train costs about six million seventy seven thousand three hundred and thirty dollars. and this piece of shit is all yours for 2.50.
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