a view of brooklyn

In New York, there are lots of reasons why when riding the subway, you want to be in the car closest to the exit stairwell you eventually want to end up on.

At a formerly unfamiliar stop, I made a mistake. Night had just fallen as I ran up the stairs, late for the appointment. Hitting the street and looking up, all was still, nothing but blocks and blocks of cemetary! It was as if I traveled forward through time, as well as space, and everyone I knew was already dead.