NYC: 2

What does it mean when 3 days in a row you go to visit someplace to discover that it is closed on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays?

With no internet, I find my home on the plastic seats of the F, R, G, L, J train. The ever-changing nameless individuals become my transport family, my germ-infested, silent, gazing "rock".

At least until their scheduled stops.

I drop off at 4th and 9th then tread 2 blocks of worn out pavement, while managing to ignore how cliché it must be to speculate about the subway trains. I told you, I'm one of many.