
Credit: Brooklyn Historical Society
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The confusing subway map – Captured Audience
The first time
i don’t remember the first time i used the subway in NYC. But i do remember as a teenager arriving at Penn Station and making my way up across the station looking for a map of the subway that is overlaid on the NYC grid. When i finally found it i remember being confused. The confusion i experienced was not because of the complexity, but rather, i experienced the confusion that comes from really having to pay attention. The sensation i’m talking about, is the same type you experience when you’re driving a car, and you find yourself lost that you turn off the radio in the car so you can really focus.
The sheer amount of detail of the subway map is marvelous. The first thing i notice is the way the red, blue, yellow, green and other colored train lines criss-cross. The beautiful colorful lines that mostly span north to south, and their sister lines from west to east that expand and spread out like a spider web into the boroughs out of Manhattan. After a few moments i remember that i’m on my way to the final destination, “oh right, where am i going again?”. But i’m in NYC, and i’m not the only one who wants to look at the map. There’s a small spread-out group of people behind me and i feel their heads moving from side to side trying to catch a glimpse of the map. Poor fellas, they’re still looking at the pretty lines, so i figure i’m ahead since I’m already looking for my destination. I’m at the “tracing my fingers from my current location to where i’m going” step. I turn and murmur to my friend, “This looks correct, right?”, my friend gestures with their hand and index-finger extended, pointing to their ear that they can’t hear me. Since I was caught up playing Sherlock Holmes subway-map-edition, I forgot how loud it is around me. There is a band playing in the background, the loud-speaker is making announcements, i hear indistinguishable chatter from hundreds of riders. I speak up again but a bit louder this time, and with a thumbs up gesture for confirmation, “I think we have to take this line to that stop, and transfer to that other line and stop over there”.
Some history
The NYC subway opened in October of 1904. It currently has 472 subway stations making it the largest number of public transit subway stations of any system in the world. As of 2020 amid the global Covid-19 pandemic, 2 million commuters, tourist, and locals rode the subway everyday, a number that is less than half it’s total ridership pre-pandemic, which bolstered an average of approximately 5.5 million riders. That means that in a “normal” year the subway is responsible for around 1.7 billion rides. Times Sq-42nd st being the busiest station. Currently i live in long island, and I can travel 42 miles to Battery Park at the edge of lower Manhattan in a mere LIRR (el – eye – double-r pronunciation by majority vote on instagram ) train ride, a subway transfer, and a quick walk. After all these years, i’m still amazed of the accessibility to the boroughs, to Long Island, to New Jersey and Upstate NY through the subway and train system. I mean, you can even take the Amtrak to another another state from NYC. But having grown up in Guatemala for many years, i often think of accessibility via public transport – and especially trains – and who gets to ride them.
At Home
i’ve always loved trains, the sound they make, how the passing of a train usually commands respect and attention from anyone standing near the train lines. i love the linearity of their travel, the predictability of their schedule, the sound that the train wheels make on the tracks, chooka-chooka, chooka-chooka. When i was young around 8 years-old, my family moved to a city called Morales in Guatemala, and less than 50 yards in front of our home were the train tracks. By the time we moved to Guatemala the trains were no longer carrying passengers and were almost exclusively for cargo – at least in that area of the country. Like a sunrise, every day, the train would pass by in front of our house announcing itself with a loud choo-choo! a signal to the vendors that had set up a street market over the train lines to quickly move the foldable tables, the upright tents, the produce, the shoes, or whatever trade they were selling.
i’ve never been to the orchestra but when the train passed by the street market in Morales, my 8 year-old self knew it was experiencing a musical and organized delight. Or perhaps a stage theater production, the train being the central character and the stopped mopeds, cars, tuk-tuks (look them up, they’re amazing to ride), and the vendors, being the supporting cast with the moving platforms. The train would slow down enough that as kids we would run near the rear of the train where the conductor wouldn’t see us and we would jump on the ladder of the freight cars and hold on to our lives until we got off somewhere else in the town. I still remember, the clink-clink and vibrations of holding on to a freight train, the intense determination to conquer a moving train. The naiveté of thinking that in those moments, me and my friends where free and where going somewhere. For those few seconds and minutes, we were.
i left Morales when I was 14, not in a train, but in a plane. All of my friends stayed there, a lot of them with no plane, or train ticket to get out. Guatemala suffers from the same deep social-economic injustices of generational poverty that many developing countries face. Many of the fruit, vegetable and meat vendors will probably never leave the beautiful but troubled city. The price for departure is too high, a train system that is not meant for them, but only for the foods and goods that keep them alive. They will probably never see a map of their beloved choo-choo train system. Much is different in NYC and even though it is one of the largest and wealthiest cities in the world, thousands of family’s still face many economic troubles. But the lucky ones of us, who have the $3 subway fair, can gaze at the criss-crossing lines that will continue to confuse thousands every day. i however, only get confused when looking at the map… sometimes.


