Sometimes getting from place to place isn't so easy due to time and energy. Unlike Los Angeles, hailing a cab in New York is easy and cheap since the city is so small. The views from the backs of cabs are always the same. The complaint sign and phone number, a beat-up plastic divider (I still don't exactly know what they're for), and the only thing changing would be the back of the driver's head. Sometimes, it's a tight curl from a Haitian or wavy mess from someone else. Calling a car works about the same, except you usually get picked up in a black sedan.
Tunnels are insane. There's a death story behind each one--one of the best being Princess Di's. This tunnel leads to New Jersey's Newark Airport where I'm going back home. This tunnel reminds me of the one that the Men in Black jet through upside down. The shrill feeling of seeing the horizon line, the walls, and the road all meeting in front of you at a light source is like falling into a funnel with home on the other side.
