It doesn't matter what i'm thinking about, if i am listening to music or reading a book, when i reach the part of the platform where i habitually stand and wait for the train, my eyeballs subconsciously drift upward and fix upon this grotesquely beautiful formation. The thing is, now i can't avoid looking at it. I have to look at it. It's become compulsive. Why? Why?
I enjoy cave formations and i like to think about how something can evolve so painfully slowly out of deceptively simple drops of water. I wonder what is the mineral composition of this urban stalactite versus natural stalactites. I wonder how long it will take the formation to grow long enough that it will be snapped off by the subway train that passes only a few inches directly below it. I wonder what is the disgusting crap that appears to be oozing out of the pipe to which the stalactite is attached.
These and other stalactite-related musings pass through my brain as i stand there and stare upwards at this thing which is both revolting and lovely all at the same time, until my train arrives and takes me to work.
