The process of hopping on the Delancey street F train is very unique due to a number of simple factors. As you walk down those corroded set of steps, your first view of this place is a bunch of cheap propaganda posters on a dirty tiled wall. You walk to the machine money in hand, mindlessly paying attention to your surroundings. The worker at the booth being bombarded with a billion questions, tourists staring at a map of the trains, clueless as to where they are and where they want to go. As you go through the turnstile, you see your train pull up and you say your goodbyes to this microcosm of an underground world thinking, “ what an odd place to be in”.

By: Brandon Diaz

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