The subway system in New York is burning. It is in a fire of neglect. It is lukewarm ashes. It is directionless; a relic of the past.
Yesterday I went home at 5:30, which is far too close to rush hour for my taste. I felt like I was in a slum not one of the most powerful cities in the world. The passengers were rarely in suits. We were all casual examples of an indifferent society.