Stand Clear

In the curve of a dim New York subway platform, a lone man waits near the edge, the yellow warning strip a bright arc at his feet. The air is heavy with the scent of iron and electricity, the distant rumble of an approaching train echoing through the tunnel. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker in sequence, guiding the eye down the track. Soon the rush will return, but for now, it’s a moment suspended in stillness.