A boy climbed into the seat next to me on the subway this morning and pressed his face against the window. We were underground and he looked into the darkness, yellow and red lights whooshing by. The train went above ground for a stop and then back into the tunnel. The boy didn’t seem to notice the change from dark to light and back again.
I remember staring out of the train window as a kid, fascinated by what was out there in the darkness, beyond the graffiti and the sparks of light and the dirt. It was all so mysterious and exciting, a playground for a young boy’s imagination.
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Indeed, Alex. That's one of the things that made Superman (the film) so magical, those early scenes with Gene Hackman wending his way to has fabulous Grand Central lair.
Dude, I was going to make that the Million Dollar Movie cause I was thinking about that TOO, Mr. Luthor!
Hey, it ain' just boys...In the last few years, I've found that being in the front or rear cars of the older trains (hello C-train!) and watching how the train weaves in & out of stations, up & down tracks fascinating
4) True, true, no offense to all the ladies out there.
[2] Cool!