Bags

Yes! They are real MetroCards. Structural and decorative. That smile that crosses your face will doubtlessly cross the face of others when you carry your bag. That ubiquitous symbol of New York, that all powerful little card that has taken you to work every day for the past three years, has brought you back to the village from the far reaches of the upper west at 3 am after your correctly decided that another drink would be more worthwhile than a cab ride home. But hey, you got to chat with that guy on the platform who you never would have in a cab. . . with the long hair. . . a bit matted. . .and graying. . .or was he just talking to himself.