I am typing this entry while wearing latex gloves and drinking Lysol
When I'm staying at Steve and Trish's place in Collingswood and working in Philly, every day I've gotta take the PATCO High-Speedline, which is basically a small commuter train. (Is it a small train for commuters, or a train for small commuters? It is both of these things.) Sometime while I was over in France, the Collingswood station inexplicably got decorated with these horrifying giant plastic microorganisms, with no sign anywhere (that I could find) explaining what they are or why they're there. Now, I've always been a little bit germ-phobic, and while these images themselves don't freak me out at all, they do remind me every single day that every surface in the universe is teeming with hideous microscopic abominations that want to wriggle their way inside me and kill me slowly and agonizingly. I've concluded that these sculptures-or-what-have-you represent the various types of bacteria and viruses and parasites that live on every filthy, plague-ridden surface of the train station:

 

Handrail germ, payphone germ

Door handle germ

 

Escalator railing germ

Bench germ, floor germ

Change machine germ, turnstile germ

 

Person-sitting-next-to-you germ

Unidentified germ, troubled commuter