April 12, 2002
The subway car was dark and empty, lit only by ambient light from the station. Several of us entered anyway and sat in extraordinary peace and quiet. As the train began to move into the East River tunnel we were encased in blackness relieved only by the light spilling in at either end from the adjacent cars. Then the regularly spaced lights on the tunnel walls began to flicker by, creating an interplay of moving shadow and light on the faces of the other passengers as if we were all gathered around a campfire. A magical ride on the MTA.