theres a sandwich shop chain in the south called penn station subs and every time i see it im really pleased that theres a group of people unaware that penn station is one of the most cursed places on the planet
“heyyy lets head down to penn station and get some wholesome delicious clean food. i love going there”
no one in new york has ever spoken these words
no one in new york has ever spoken these words
imagine if you dropped a pencil on the floor of a men’s room but you had to use that pencil anyway. imagine the loose grip and genuine revulsion and fear that would come over you in this situation. that is how one touches everything in penn station
when i want the convenience and aesthetic of a shitty airport combined with the luxury of rush hour packed train commuting theres only one place i can go: penn station
this energy is just exacerbated by the fact that it used to be beautiful and then they modernized it. the buildings spirit is still recovering from this and the excruciating pain it feels every day is palpable
