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the subway

JSCHLATT

" I didn't think I was on the subway with
fucking Vincent Van Gogh!"

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the subway.

the disgusting, vile New York subway.

a place full of unwarranted yelling and disrespect from the people just like you, but a place full of inspiration nonetheless

I had moved to New York just about a year ago after being accepted to one of the best art schools in the world. It was a big commitment, especially considering the fact that I was a lonely 21 year old student with no understanding of the large colorful city, but something about it spoke to me, and I found myself adoring the streets of new york.

Unlike most people who live and migrate to the city, I adored the subways more than anything else. Being an artist made me a people watcher, and after a few months i had grown a habit of drawing people while sitting on my subway ride back home. It was a way to make people smile, or so I thought, and so I did it everyday.

Today was cold, as usual, so the freezing, uncomfortable subways were almost empty. Only a few lonely souls migrated onto the first empty subway, the red line, a straight shot from the outskirts of manhattan, where i went to school and a good bit of people went to work, to downtown manhattan where i, and many others, lived.

I stepped off of the platform and onto the floor of the car, quickly finding a seat in the back where I hadn't expected anyone else to be. I settled down, my bags set carefully between my legs before I pulled out my sketchbook and scanned the other people in the room, my eyes getting caught on one person in particular.

A boy, not much older than me, his hair long under a black yankees cap and a thick green sweater clung onto his body. Scruff lined his jaw and his eyes were captured in thick dark circles from lack of sleep. There was something about him that intrigued me, and so I got to work.

My fingers worked quickly on the page, first starting a rough sketch but then defining the lines in the most perfect way, making sure to catch all of his features. I had finished within the first 10 minutes of our 15 minute trek back to Manhattan, and so I waited until the subway came to a stop before getting up and walking over to him.

I tapped his shoulder, his body turning cautiously towards me while pulling out an earbud

"Umm hi?"
He furrowed his brows