For New York Magazine, Clio Chang investigates the dripping water on the subway:
Next, we move downstairs to the platform. Bostick tells me that the deeper you are, the nastier the water may be, since it has more time to pick up gross stuff as it travels through the bowels of the subway infrastructure. Here, we find a puddle on the ground. We decide to take a sample, even though it wasn’t technically part of our inquiry, and Bostick sucks it up with a syringe. We agree that this stale floor liquid, with its unsettlingly yellow hue, is much nastier than the drips. “Don’t drink this,” Bostick says, as if the thought had remotely crossed my mind.