reblogging this again for the people of NYC and new jersey. be safe.
Sub City New York by Sarah Klein and Tom Mason
It’s a short film - a visual poem - about that moment in New York when you emerge from the subway and find yourself in a new and sometimes unexpected world.
i realize that i do feel this way whenever i ride the subway. cuz you’re in a tube that looks the same all the time, boring and rushing, and when you reach the surface, you really don’t know what to expect. it could be raining or snowing or the sun could be shining brighter than you thought. the air is different, the sounds, everything. it’s awesome. i had never realized it until now.
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, T.S. Eliot (via quote-book)