Going on and off the subway. Turning with the train. The fast transitions between daylight and darkness and muted daylight, filtered by impact glass and smothered by cyan fluorescent.
"Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention, please," says the flight attendant. The flight attendant asks for change. The request is ignored. A sign on the wall suggests that calling 311 will provide the "change" and "quarters" the flight attendant truly requires can come only as the result of some vague package of social service options. The are no particulars included. "Orange, apple, and left over sandwiches, please. Anything helps. Apples, oranges, leftover sandwiches, or anything you might spare." A sharp jerk concludes the flight. The stop is here. You leave. Voila. There is a new flight attendant the next day or the next. There are also pretty girls on the subway.