Many years ago, I read a collection of science-fiction short stories that included A J Deutsch's "A Subway Named Möbius:" in this story, a new addition to the Boston T resulted in a topological anomaly, and the train carriages went missing on the track.
An Argentinian crew moved the story to the labyrinthine subway of Buenos Aires; I can't find this on disc, though.
... this seems to be the most popular story associated with the author; it turns up all over the web, but very little else does!
yesterday I got the word nonce in my noggin.
Does nonce have a notion of ephemeral tucked into it? What of the gentle decay of the moment? The decay of machinery?
For the second day in a row, I found myself waiting inordinately long for the J-Church. An older man resignedly said that he'd been waiting quite some time: "The trains come every thirty minutes now. This used to be a good line."
Despite the uncanny predictions of NextBus, the J hasn't shown up according to schedule three of the last three occasions I've waited for it; today when we finally boarded (based on predictions obtained at 0800, three J cars should have passed by), the carriage was jammed. A lot of the passengers were students, wearing signs in memoriam Ray Ray.