A bit of Sartre in the subway station. (What could be truer than “hell is other people”—from No Exit—on a summer subway.) I’m not sure how much time Sartre spent on NYC trains, if any, but several of his titles came to mind while waiting for the R train recently: Nausea, Being and Nothingness, The Flies, Dirty Hands.
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