Can’t get there from here, as the song goes. Insofar as most train tracks and stations are built upon parallel lines, the 9th Street PATH station is cut even… straighter? Is that a word? I’ve spent a lot of time there in the last 18 months. There’s a sense of motion, even in the stillness, and a strange notion that in space, all straight lines converge on a single point. Perspective, I suppose.