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 There's a point when it's so hot, it's just... hot. Numbers don't mean anything. You can tell me that it's 103 degrees, and I'll just tell you, "It's hot." Every time I stepped out, I shook my head and told myself, "Alright, I just need to go down the street and around the corner." Staying in the shadows of the buildings is always key, not that it stops the sweat but at the very least you don't feel like you're standing next to the sun. The sweat. It is inevitable. Everywhere. Backs, necks, under the arms, down the face, feet, behind the knees... Maybe it's just how the city is, filled to the brim with people. I've felt Arizonan heat, Floridian heat and Californian heat. Each was different: dry, humid, somewhat pleasant. But New York heat somehow manages to stand on its own. The people, the energy, the stifling air. The air. It is thick. You can tell by the way cigarette smoke just hangs in the air, with nowhere to go. Usually it disperses quickly, but on days like these, the smoke lingers. Enter the innocent pedestrian, walking right into it, taking a full breath. That's where it goes. It may be hot on the streets, but underground is a whole other story. Ducking into the subway, I felt like I was going towards the center of the Earth. That's expected. You can only hope the trains have air conditioning, but if they don't... oh, well. Usually you can tell which cars don't have air running because there aren't as many people. But when it's rush hour and people are trying to get home, it doesn't matter. Like numbers don't matter. I stepped into the car and whoosh, even hotter air hit me. Everyone in the car was sweating, slightly red, slightly woozy. I moved in towards the other side, knowing it would only get more crowded. By the time we hit 34th Street, the car was packed to the max. The mixture of bodies and heat made the air almost unbreathable, suffocating even. I smiled to myself as a guy commentated. "People backing up, going 'Fuck this shit'," as I watched several people trying to enter back away from our crowded and overheated car. "Look at those people, all relaxed and cool," as I watched the 2 train run alongside us, emptier and no doubt, air conditioned. "I'm hoppin' on that train!" as I watched the guy commentating run across the platform into, what was probably heaven. I think it's time for another mix! This is more towards what I've been listening to lately, and I hope you like it. Here's to summer. A hot, hot summer. |
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I would be the person saying "heck no!" to the un-air conditioned subway cars; I did one once and am pretty sure I almost died. (Not really, but it was pretty awful.) I can get used to the outside air though, in the shade, usually. Except when I'm coming out of frigidly a/c-ed buildings, like today when I came out of a cold store and it was midday. It was was all sorts of furnace feelings.
Fuck summer! Y'all new yorkers gotta get some central a/c up in here. I went to home depot, lowe's AND pc richard in brooklyn today to get a portable air conditioner and all three places were sold out.
Oh lord. You did a good job of capturing the misery of the subway at this time of year. Siberia is having a bit of a heat wave right now too (high 80's), but I'm not looking forward to the Northeast heat wave that awaits me on my return.
Ouch, I can't imagine rush hour subway rides in that heat. It should be illegal not to have A/C on subways, seriously.