our union subway station had just undergone a massive renovation. among the additions are sketchy arts on glass walls that separate the two platforms. sometimes you would see the riders who had just got off the southbound trains on the west platform, like moving silhouettes. but sometimes the people drawings in the murals seem to move. or, some stories go around, that if you look at those murals long enough, they suck you right in and then you're looking at the people waiting for the trains. and nobody knows you're gone, and yet you're still there. etched on the glass walls, sometimes moving, sometimes still. or maybe, just maybe, it's only an illusion!
