Everything is Moist — A Subterranean Example
So to better illustrate the peculiar and somewhat nonsensical name of this blog, here is a photo of the entrance to my local subway station (181st Street A station):
Notice the glistening ground. It was not raining that day. They did not need to hose off puke (not that day, anyway). No, it was so humid outside that the concrete inside was sweating. This is what I mean when I say everything is moist.
How many people have slipped and fallen on the slick surface running to catch their train? I’m sure it feels pretty good to have that grimy film on their clothes all day.
Sigh. I hate this city.