it’s easy in New York to imagine that you are living in a movie. Tonight was no exception. Freezing wind and squalling snow caused us to dash into the Fort Hamilton Parkway subway stop, only to wait on the plant form as tumbleweeds rolled by on the unused center express track and the “N” was no where to be found. The station was complete with a deserted feeling, graffiti and a chainlink fence above rattling in the wind. I’m not sure what happens next, but probably something sinister.