What is it about the good ol' underground that makes our sensitivity so much muchier? Are we slowly trading our souls for Added Time or Value on that little yellow card? How many swipes away are we from being reduced to mere blobs of aggression?
If the MTA conducted a survey and Brian Johnson authored the collective response, he'd say:
"Dear MTA, we accept the fact that we have to sacrifice chunks of our time in order to get where we need to go. But we think you're crazy for taking our sanity with it. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we have found out is that each one of us is a Mad Man…
…and a starving artist…
…and a hipster…
…a student…
…and a fashionista.
Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Subway Club."
Much like John Hughes' 5 beloved juveniles, we too, New York Transit Riders, have so much going on inside.
So many feels. All the feels: