Standing on a couch cushion, balanced on the top of a shopping cart, on top of a mound of garbage, on top of an 8 foot wall on the side of a famous NYC tunnel. Train headlights tracing shadows. Shaking dust from the rafters. From 71st the tunnel was buffed slate gray as far as the eye could see but from 125th there was work going back to 2001. At least what we could see in the chiaroscuro light.
|71st st. entrance|
|125th st entrance|
|SPAIR from Berlin and an old SACE in the heavens|
|More Berlin writers...KLOPS on top.|
|Mounds of garbage.|