spilled beer painted across mismatched tiles on a southern bound local 6. the ride is short. 15 minutes to get to bleecker, then, a transfer. from there it’s two stops on the F, home bound. another night in this. stale breath of nicotine and a sore neck. the air has felt heavy lately, with reason to. there has been a death in the family, but it was not a death, nor was it in the family. activity within the amygdala has risen by a third multiple. soon it will reach full throttle. decelerate, and remain constant before total free fall. there are supposed to be 5 stops on this train, but we have past 50. the 28 minute ride has become an expedition. is this the end? or perhaps, only a transfer..