Nothing has the effect of immediately silencing New Yorkers than the sight of one of their own (for a lack of a better expression) sprawled out on a subway seat during peak hour.
The immediate chagrin is obvious- the bixch in question has stolen your seat whilst you on the other hand have stolen his or her ethos, their will and their economic opportunities. Either way it’s a quite fuck you to society and all you can really do is look the other way and pretend the shit isn’t happening.
Of course what did catch our attention (Cass Almendral was there with me to take the following pictures as we caught the number 6 downtown last night) was the half eaten tray of discarded food underneath the man’s feet.
Was it his food? Had he been eating it? Was he saving it for later or was it just coincidentally placed there? Or was it simply there before the man decided to sprawl themselves across 5 seats? Who knows, everyone was doing their best as usual to pretend the shit wasn’t happening. But of course this shit is always happening and on some level it hurts cause from time to time it even happens to us, the normal citizen- not necessarily on a train seat but on the cover of a page 6 or in some hideous divorce court. So yeah life can be miserable, you can be miserable or the world can be miserable. But then again isn’t the world really what you want it to be?
Isn’t it time you addressed your manners in public too?