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Observations on the JMZ line.

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By the time makes its way to Flushing ave, anyone who was a creative has long gotten off. Flushing ave is frankly a miserable thorough fare where you can buy Marlboro lights from bodegas run by Yemeni expatriates at a fraction of their legal price ($6- 7). It is also the home of Woodhull hospital, a miserable venue where sick people flock to the emergency room to treat ailments that would normally be treated in polished clinics uptown. Outside the hospital are countless bodegas, hecklers, drunks, crack heads and Latino eateries that serve amazing arroz con pollo. The streets are dank, grooved mercilessly by the years and years of harsh car horns and clogged traffic arteries. Of course if you were in the business of buying cheap electronics or 99 cent items this is really your best bet.

As the train makes its way into Myrtle ave, one will notice the over riding influence of the proletariat, fast food stores and the cramped terrace houses where he goes home to watch TV or whatever it is people do when life becomes a meandering vessel. Past Myrtle, one begins to come in touch with East NY, a reckless refuge of yesteryear, where hustling, depression and the occasional domestic fight takes place. Kosciuszko, Gates, Halsey, Chauncey, these are the homes of the more adventurous creative class and the hardened criminal. Of course that is not to say that the area is riddled with apathy, crime and disenchantment, although one can not but feel the sense of it as they look out the window as the JMZ train continues to make its weary ascent to the underbelly of a dual society oddly nestled amongst each other. These in short are some of the observations one can make any day of the week as one takes the dreary trek over the Williamsburg bridge deep into East NY…

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  1. this is well thought, sharp written with some of most interesting photographs attached to the story line,

    well done!

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