Taras Grescoe, Kyoto Train
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Taras Grescoe, Kyoto Train
Bottomfeeder
Taras Grescoe
2008
Except, of Course, for the One You Happen to Own.
Straphanger, Taras Grescoe (M, 40s, glasses, scruffy beard, bright orange windbreaker, backpack at feet, Toronto Raptors cap, 4 train)
Opened in 2010, the Dostoyevskaya station on line 10 features a wall-sized portrait of the author of 'Crime and Punishment,' and is surely the only transit stop in the world whose official decor includes a mural of a would-be nihilist ax-murdering an elderly pawnbroker.
Taras Grescoe, Straphanger
I was in Greece with Taras Grescoe for enRoute Magazine, 2014 ...................................................................................................... (Photo : Alex Cretey Systermans, 2014)
Year in, and year out, automobiles kill 1.2 million people around the world, and injure twenty million.* It is a hecatomb equivalent to a dozen fully-loaded jumbo jets crashing every day, with no survivors, yet one so routine the majority of fatalities go unreported - as though being crushed by glass and metal had become just another of death's "natural causes."
*in spite of airbags and seatbelts, automobile accidents still claim over 40,000 lives a year in the United States, and cost the economy $433 billion annually.
Straphanger by Taras Grescoe
I've never understood the incurious who draw the line at experimenting with different sensations, and different forms of consciousness, merely because they are circumscribed by the current crop of laws. In my experience, those who choose to draw the line--the born rebels, the ne'er-do-wells, the independent thinkers--also tend to be the best company. (In contrast, those obsessed by the line--the alcoholics, drug casualties, the sad addicts--can be torrential bores.)
Taras Grescoe, The Devil's Picnic