jelliebeers

I’m trying  to find the entrance to the subway.  It’s cold and I’m not sure where to go.  I walk in the wrong direction and end up in the Lincoln Tunnel.  I turn around and walk to midtown where finally find the underground entrance to the train.  A C E.

It’s dark and crowded.  The homeless walk around like zombies and are dirtier and more decrepit than normal.  Their bony hands are outstretched to accept change.

Finally, I make it through the turnstiles but there aren’t any trains.

Instead there is a bathroom.  I walk past stall after stall, but still no train.  I find myself in a maze of public toilets.

My feet are wet and the floor appears to be covered in urine.  At first the liquid is a light healthy shade of yellow but become a murky and dehydrated brownish orange.  The water slowly rises until I am ankle deep in dark, yellow piss.

Then I come across two showers.  The floor underneath them is lined with thick white bath towels that are submerged in the piss.  The stalls each have fat, alien like Hispanic children hanging from the ceiling.  They are pregnant and in labor.  They scream as the babies come out and fall into the piss.  The babies float around with shit.

I tip toe through the piss so I don’t trip.  I can feel the piss seeping into the pores of my legs.

After a few minutes of walking, I make it to an unmarked door.  On the other side of the door is an Olympic sized pool.  in progress is swimming class for the elderly.  The look at me. standing in the doorway.