There is a subway station behind my moldy apartment walls
It smells of urine and desperation
All the crowds of bustling people just beyond consciousness
All the buzzing minds with their concerns
What do they fear?
Just there behind the yellow wall
There is a dirty homeless person eating alone
Hear the infernal machine banging on the silver track
All the rooms that ever existed are here
Feel them
Hear them
See them
All the historical personalities are right there gesturing
They are speaking
All history is one
I see you
There is a subway station behind my moldy apartment walls
