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23rd street
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First of all, please know
that the entirety of New York City
fits in my back pocket – no one
part of it is any distance at all
from any other once you’ve
mastered the subway which
existentially erases distance.
Think about it. You walk down
the stairs in a hole in the
street, you wait for a train, or rather
you wait for a door to open in
a compartment that pulls up
in front of you and you step in
and sit down and three, maybe
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34th street
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four or five or six times more
the same door opens and people
walk in and out, and finally
the door opens a seventh time
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42nd street
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onto the platform which
features symbols (words and/or
numbers) you associate with your
destination and you get
out and walk up the stairs through
another hole and you’re
there. Or rather in another
here. Where is distance even
noticeable in that transit? And
what have you done to make
the transit? Let’s go over it
again. You descended into a hole
and waited for a compartment to
appear, sliding in on two
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59th street
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parallel metal tracks offering
you through its opening doors
ingress to an enclosure into
whose premises you walked a few
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125th street
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steps and sat down on a bench and
eventually according
to various expectations being
met that you had grown to harbor
meanings and identities to give
you a sense that things were
knowable, you got up and ascended
through another hole to find
yourself here. So you see, although
we go up and down and in
and out of many holes in New
York, they never take us there.
They’re only ever here. There’s
also no time. There’s only eternity.
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145th street
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As you learn when you sit and
discover you can’t detect time
any more than you’re able to
know where you are besides here.
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168th street
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You see, the time and space continuum
is a hoax. But not
a nasty one. Reality can only
serve up to us those parts of itself
that we can imagine. That’s precious
little of its whole. The needy
Human Soul is on the dole. It
has to be carefully fed the few things
it can digest. Then it must get
a lot of rest. Is there more for it
to learn? Beyond measure, yes.
Will it develop the wherewithal
to swallow it all and
understand? One can’t begin to guess.
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175th street
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