July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
It’s kind of like being in Chicago, this 1 train. It’s not on the lowest track, so we’re just one level under ground. I’m standing near the back door — the one people use to walk between trains. Looking across the connection, it looks the same as it did in Chicago — another car following closely behind, full of strangers who kind of look like the people on my train. Strangers ill never see again, probably.
I’m off the 1 now, though. Waiting for the D train. I’m on the lower track now. It’s much hotter down here. The air is heavy, but no one seems weighed down by it, except me, probably.
Last night, after waiting on a similar platform for about 25 minutes, I certainly started to feel the weight of the air pulling me closer to the ground with every breath. My face would flush and a strange coldness would flash through my cheeks and forehead. I would blink and my body temperature would return to hot, as quickly as it flashed.