I take the 1 train everyday transfer to the 2 train finally making my way into time square where I run towards the N (or R) train to 23rd street. The trip can largely be summarized as a gloomy descent into the madness and chaos which is commuting in the largest city in the world. The stations often smell of excrement and decay; a dungeon of some sorts. Though, in almost everything ugly and disturbing there can be found a hint of beauty. As the train rumbles downtown past 125st it suddenly unearths from its subterranean home revealing a pastoral scene of parks and beautiful apartments against the backdrop of the Hudson. In such a small amount of time my world is made anew. This minute glimpse, so fleeting, makes the trip bearable to say the least in a world of beauty lost and love squandered.