The subway is the heart of New York City.
It speeds up, it slows down, it stops, it gathers speed and off it goes again. Thump thump, thump thump. People enter and people leave, as they do in my own heart. It lets people go wherever they please, as sincere hearts shelter them in. It gives and it gives, even though it lets people down a lot of the time. But it keeps on beating, even into the night.
I think it is exhilarating when my heart beats to the sound of the subway.
Home is where the heart is, indeed.
