Enter, stage one.
Walk around the structure to the left, which is an active tunnel digging
still deeper into the Manhattan bedrock.
You walk away from the active tracks, into the junction. Welcome to
the tunnel of luuuuuv.
Track number two, merging from the right.
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Sitting in the tracks, viewing the artwork...
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No NYC tunnel is complete without the roller-tagging of Lord Revs.
.gif) Luuuvvvv canal.
Dirtier and smellier than a vagina, yet just as intriguing.
Deeper?
Orgasm. Control stands before a strange machine which hogs the trackway.
To the right is an obviously misplaced trash dumpster (no idea how
it arrived here). The tunnel continues on behind the machine about
100 feet, though the track ends abruptly here. Many metal folding
chairs litter the area, as well as tires and the usual rubbish. |
Sometimes it takes hard work,
dedication, and experience in order to get the job done. Without so
much as a shred of modesty, these are the exact ingredients it took
to locate and infiltrate this lost and somewhat controversial tunnel
which lays beneath some of Manhattan's grittiest streets.
Indeed, just getting to this location is not something for the faint
of heart. One must be careful not to trip over the passed out heroin
addicts still clutching their needles in the middle of the sidewalk
while being entertained by mini-vans passing by which flash their
interior lights, revealing topless prostitutes being driven around
by their pimps. Indeed, barely halfway to the vicinity of this tunnel
we had some of the drug addicted, drunken fluvial of society stop
after passing us by and begin to make slurred sexual remarks in Ms.
Rabbit's direction. There's no need to whip out any weaponry, however.
The simple act of putting the beam of a flashlight on their faces
and thundering "Move along" with all of the authority that
is typical of law enforcement officials will have the desired retreating
result from your prey.
Status work: it's not just for actors.
Our first entrance is unusually hot (active), so we proceed to the
second. Prying open the grating on the ground in a park, we climb
down into the ground. A short ladder leads to a more conventional
set of steps which are surround by fencing, which is easy enough to
climb down and to the ground.
You walk under the ground - around a ramp of an active tunnel which
bores still deeper into the ground and down a clear path to which
the active train tracks come level to.
You proceed quickly to the north. There are no lights along the tracks
except for those from the signals. It's not very long before you come
on a location where there are older, unused tracks to one side. One
of these tracks contains old flatbed work cars, which have likely
been here 10 or so years. Very quickly and suddenly, you've arrived
at the junction.
A track curves away from the rest, and this is the path you follow.
To your left is a small cube building, and to the right are 2 more.
No one seems to be living in them, but there is a folding chair square
in the center of this unused trackage, with a small homeless encampment
nearby which seems to be used daily. A cat wanders around, with a
cat carrier in the encampment. It must be expecting it's owner to
be back sometime soon.
Walking in a bit, you come to a switch. Here, a second track comes
in from the left. It too is a short passage back to the main rail
tunnel.
You stand in an open area, with a good measure of graffiti on the
wall. Here one can find one of the journal-entry chapters written
by the ever-proliferic Revs which line the walls of nearly ever tunnel
in the city of New York. It is only of slight surprise that Revs has
also found this abandoned tunnel and decorated it with as much attention
journal-wise as he would an active subway tunnel.
What lies ahead calls to you instinctually. The tunnel goes dark,
lighting up at not far ahead. It begs you to come forth...
You walk what must have been a block or 2 into this tunnel. The walls
are composed of building foundations and sheer rock cliffs. Oddly,
there are lights at the junction where the 2 tracks meet, and at the
very end of this tunnel - very odd indeed considering that it is unused,
while the active tunnel has no lights at all.
The track here comes to an abrupt end. The track stops cleanly, without
a bumperpost. Ahead in the center of the trackway is a strange machine
perched high on an elevated platform. To the right is a metal rung
ladder leading to an entrance, either into a building or onto the
street. Beyond the machine there is only a dirty tunnel. Maps indicate,
however, that at one time there were at least 2 tracks beyond the
end of this tunnel, likely in the basement of a building, which may
or may not exist anymore.
Heading back, we scan the sheer rock cliffs. There is no telling if
there are entrances hidden somewhere at their top. More obvious though
is a set of narrow steps leading up one level. Here one can find porn
magazines, condoms, and the like, accompanied by a priests robe and
pre-placed bible. Still further up this narrow passage is a floor
lined with dirty clothing, leading up more steps to yet another level
above.. At track level, there are gratings into drains below. Indeed,
there is an active tunnel which runs below this one, though we did
not find any obvious entrances to it.
This is far more than we bargained for. My impression from the research
conducted was that this would be a slightly longer tunnel free of
strange machines and stairways into questionable locations. It is
entirely possible that we missed spotting other details of this location
in the darkness and bewilderment the location presents.
At the beginning of this mission summary, I indicated that this location
is a somewhat controversial one. It is of controversy due to the fact
that so far as I can tell, this is a location roughly outlined in
Jennifer Toths' "The Mole People" to which Joseph Brennan
claims does not, and can not possibly, exist. Clearly, the photographs
presented here prove that it does exist. It should be noted though
that Toth's description and guestimation of it's location are absolutely
pathetic (regardless of if they were blatantly bad in order to protect
communities of homeless...).
We are keeping the details of where this location is under a secret
for now, simply due to the fact that quite a bit of work went into
exposing this previously undocumented location. Someday we'll give
the details... but until then, we'll just try to sit back and let
the excitement of finding this location wear down a bit, and grab
some cold frosty alcohol laced beverages from a nearby gas station/taxi
hangout (the only sign of civilized life in the area).
In the end, it was decided to name it ' the tunnel of luv', due to
the shitwork put into finding it, the condoms and porn found on location,
and because it's the first one I've brought my nice big black phallic
like mag light into, which was the subject of far to many smutty comments
on this fine spring evening. |
