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Fulton St. Subway Station
Category: Public Transportation [Edit]
Neighborhood: Financial DistrictFulton St. and Broadway
New York, NY 10007
(212) 878-7000
- Nearest Transit:
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Fulton St-Broadway-Nassau (2, 3, 4, 5, A, C, J, M, Z)
World Trade Ctr-Park Pl (2, 3, A, C, E)
City Hall-Broadway (R, W)
3 reviews for Fulton St. Subway Station
Sometimes when you're hungover, you just can't make it to work without getting off the train to vom
(hey, would you rather I vom ON the train?)
The Fulton St. subway is the perfect spot for the following reasons:
1) It's dimly lit. The neighboring Wall Street stop is all flourescent lights and flashiness. That won't soothe your pounding head.
2) Constant construction. There's a trashcan situated halfway behind a plywood wall into which you can vom with relative privacy
3) The cops, thus far, haven't hassled me. If they ever do, I plan on telling them I have morning sickness. That should get a little sympathy.
Today there was a homeless guy watching me. He was in significantly better shape than I was.
"O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away--
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about"
When I lived in FiDi, it was always just a bit too far and a bit too confusing for me and thus always put me in a crappy mood.
Then I came back for a visit and had to descend into this station once again, only to find that it was completely flooded and still flooding.
Hours later, returned to find that the flooding had stopped... only to be replaced by an experience that is what I'd imagine it would be like to walk straight into a pile of steaming dinosaur poop.