America 02: The Subway

There's something hellish about the subway. It's dark, hot, and the smell is violent. Inside the tin cars, the people glorp together into an undifferentiated sweaty mass, like pasta that's been left out for too long. None of us want to get on the subway, it's just something that we endure to get where we're going. Finally, we crawl from the grimy dark up into the light and space of the city, and it's hard to believe how different it is. Like two worlds, one built on top of the other.