Posts Tagged ‘C-train’

In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station.


Recent artwork in the local museum of the ephemeral:


It was the sight of a civil war hat — blue wool, with the truncated black rim and a small leather band across the front — on a fellow C-train passenger that made us think of the time, almost twenty years earlier, when we had last worn such a hat (yes, it is called a […]


It is not only that the C delivers us to Washington Heights, while the B veers east at 145th Street to the Bronx; there are, most notably, the seats; on the B they are oddly flat without the slight trough that allows us to lean back, to settle in and resume our contemplations. And is […]