Monday morning 5 train’s long tunnel to Brooklyn. The commuters’ glum affect reflects the drudge of a new work week. The bald man with the bastardized fleur-de-lis head tattoo dons his porkpie hat, a red feather inserted in its band at a jaunty angle. A woman is non-committal with the Times, paws its sections, glances above and below the folds, exposes the obituaries: George, Bon Vivant, 79, dead. His life, his times, his loves; 350 anodyne words. A life lived in full or payout for the rat race? I'll posit no answer … I must dash for the 2 train.
Dan Farkas is a native New Yorker. His creative outlets include writing and photography. He spends too much time watching NY’s sports teams. Find Dan on Twitter @DNARNADan and on Instagram @dan.farkas.