what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Deep under Brooklyn Avenue each weekday morning at 6:52am I get off the train. Instead of cramming a crowded elevator, I take escalators to the surface. Standing to the right, holding my bike and contemplating my existence. 

 

same shit different day. 

 

what day is it? 

 

this New Yorker cartoon by Corey Pandolph & Craig Baldo is spot-on and that’s why I cut it out digitally and stuck it on the pw fridge with a metaphoric magnet. 

 

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