"Another Day in the Life"

I had an errand to do yesterday so hopped on the subway. Btw the trains were fucked as always on weekends. "Construction" they sez. They been saying that for years now. What the hell are they building, and where?

So only locals running.

I forgot the noise, and chaos from the sweaty heaps of folks careening trains, and machine gun battles between gangs of 4th graders. It immediately gave me a headache. I can't believe I used to hack my way through all this everyday for decades.

Speaking of crowds though they drive me crazy I loves 'em. New York crowds that is. You can walk miles, and not understand a word spoken. There's a grand symphony of languages here all day everyday. The idea of being somewhere where only one language fly's is strange indeed. I prefer the mystery of our Tower of Babel.

You name we got it.

Though I sometimes miss Americans. Ya know that bunch from across the Hudson. Their sort of English is weird, but to me endearing. Don't hear it much. These folks are usually among the tourists from Earth that show up every summer.

Btw did you know our town could absorb the populations of a dozen of their states with room left over for Belgium. We could swallow them whole. You'd never see them again...except for maybe the occasional freaked out guy in a cowboy hat clutching a Bible asking if this was Hell.

Well, ...depends on your point of view.

They say there's 115 known ethnic groups running around loose here in town. This not counting the shadow populations of Werewolves Wizards Faeries Angels Demons Halflings Vampires Time travelers Space Aliens Ancient Shamans Witches, and Republicans.

Bless 'em. Well mostly,...ya know.

Anyway on my subway car alone there were Russians Armenians Chinese varieties of Caribbean folks. Hispanics from everywhere south of Texas. Heck I even saw some regular Black folks like me descended from our "Great Migration" north 100 years ago. Also assortments of Jewish folks regular Orthodox Ethiopian everybody. Did I mention my years as a Shabbos goy as a lad?

I was listening to some Algerians with a bunch of kids chatting this near some Haitians also having at it. It was fascinating trying to tell the differences between Algerian colonial French, and Haitian colonial French Creole.

Is this a neat town or what?