This is a shot of gooey pink and red puke under a seat on the aqua blue metro line, Santa Anita-Martin Carrera, from Wednesday afternoon.
A quick note on life in the big city: the pollution lately, true to the season, has been horrible. I wake up with my throat feeling metallic and gross, coughing up an ugly green gunk. My eyes are constantly irritated. Last night the crescent moon, high in the sky, was radioactive orange. The air literally weighs you down, and all one can do is marvel aloud at its effects on the body.
Below, inside the retro modern hallways of the Jamaica transfer station.
* No wonder everyone it seems is heading to the beach for the holidays.