Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Monday, May 9, 2016
Green line T station, Boston, Massachusetts
Here, amongst the oldest subway stations of the nation, the trains run barely under the surface, not so much a modern subway as just a streetcar driven underground. The Green Line serves the densest parts of Boston, and yet rather than large trains still runs based on little two-car pairs that clump up on the lines, interfering with one another and exploding with overcrowded people. If our legal and personal safety standards would tolerate it, Bostonians would ride along clinging to its outsides like people do on commuter trains in India.