Sometimes I feel for these locks.
Who put them there?
Why are they there?
They have been there a long time. Lonely neglected locks forsaken by their owners over the subway tracks. I have passed by this many times either on foot or by car but tonight, on foot, I took a picture.
I am working at home this week due to construction involving awful smelling plumbing covering. I can work in my pjs. It means I don’t leave the apartment much. I may go somewhere to work tonight just to get out of the apartment. Loneliness takes over easily, thus the easy feeling for these locks, really.