We've seen all manner of detritus on the subway—gum, condoms, crotches—but it's not everyday that you come upon the remnants of what is clearly a Laundry Day Doomsday Cult rapturing. "Got on my N train at Coney Island to go to work this morning and this was my train car: 6 white dress shirts tied across poles throughout the car," Alex from Coney Island told us about what he saw around 8 a.m. today. "People just sat around them."
Alex
We have questions. So many questions. "I couldn't tell if they were damp or fresh, I avoided them in fear of bedbugs but still chose the car out of intrigue," Alex told us, leaving out whether or not there was any hair, skin, or other human remains.
Did the shirts...belong to anyone? When Alex got on the train, "there was just one other person on the train who took a few camera pics but otherwise just sat there. At first people ignored them since there were other seats to sit in, but then as it got crowded people started taking cell camera pics, asking each other if they knew what this was all about and switching train cars." Abandoned laundry is the new horrible unidentifiable smell in 2015.
Alex
"I'm used to seeing weird stuff on my morning train since it's the first or last stop, depending on how you look at it, and college kids going too hard on a night out can often be found sprawled on the seats passed out by the time I go to work at 7 a.m., but these shirts were definitely unusual and even a bit creepy," Alex mused. "Couldn't tell if a bunch of matching outfit bros got too drunk/sweaty and just left their shirts or if it was a measure of higher art."
Our minds are racing with possibilities: is this a Pynchon-esque dry cleaning conspiracy? Is this a starch-eating art project gone wrong? Is it a commentary about our transient modern lives, and we're all just straphangers trapped in the washing machine of life? Did a Scientology recruitment meeting go awry? Is this what Black Mirror is all about? Is this...is this Black Mirror?
