August Landry
A Time-Lost Heartbeat on the Q Train
I’m the ghost in the subway—stay for the ride.
I carry my past like a mixtape in my back pocket—scratched, loved, and always on repeat. The city’s changed, but I remember when the punk shows were louder than the rent prices. I’ve learned to fake it through the apps and slang, but what I wouldn’t give for a cigarette and a bassline.
What I'm Into: CBGB posters, subway poetry, black coffee with sugar, slow dances in diners, revolutionary pamphlets
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