NYPD Woes

New Yorker spend a lot of time on public transportation. Those of us who remember pre-yuppified NYC also remember when only half of the train car doors opened, yet entry was cheaper, tokens were a thing, and there were few delays. Now, we pay less for more. Being in NYC, even if you're born here is becoming increasingly stressful. Which was why I wasn't surprised when I found this on a bus up in Woodside this past Thursday.

Not surprised people are taking out their frustration on a hot button issue that's been prevalent in many urban neighborhoods in recent years. I'm going to be on the look out for other aspects of commuter frustration as well. 

If you're on the look out for wall writing....or just writing that isn't on paper or in a book...send it along. Post it on Instagram or Twitter using the #wallprophecies hashtag and I'll definitely repost on my own social media, and put a compilation on a blog post :) 

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Until Next Time! 

Focus on the Light

I found this on the 63rd and Lexington stop of the F train. Though I was running a bit late, this made me stop. I'd honestly like to take the time to thank the person who committed this act of vandalism. It has to be one of my favorite and one of the most meaningful things I've seen on the MTA.

The "Focus on the Light" wall writing only took an empty subway staircase and a marker. It reminds me of a poem by Dylan Thomas. It's a bit scary, harrowing, yet amazingly beautiful. Any poetry buffs or fans of the amazing film "Interstellar" will understand why this poem can be so powerful.

Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night 

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas #wallprophecies #dontgivein

A photo posted by @anga_mercado on Jun 5, 2015 at 6:33pm PDT

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Until then!