The end of time and space

Read the title. Read it aloud. It doesn't make sense, does it? Neither can really end, can they? Many said that the invention of the locomotive effectively blotted out a nascent industrial culture's conception of space. Other's would point to the similarity of air ports, on a international level. You leave one airport and you arrive in another. The language has changed, but the shops are still there. The name is different, but the news stand still has flawless tiers of magazines arranged by interest. The increasing fluidity of capital and labor (sometimes known as globalization; A U.S. driven international capitalism) has bulldozed discrepancies not only between modes of reproduction, but cultures as well. There is an international hatred for the American government, however cultural imperialism has taken its course. Coke is not 'our' culture, it is everyone's. To summarize, space and time seems to have ended because of advanced transportation technology and the bland commodification of everything.
I didn't come to lecture, but instead to describe a recurring daily experience I have been having for the last week. I ride the subway everyday. On Friday, I rode in public transportation for close to five hours that day. I had purpose, it wasn't just for exploration.
Maps make us believe that we can accurately conceptualize space. It really is an endemic quality to humans. I have seen many 'natural wonders'. Tall mountains, large Valleys, gargantuan oceans, but nothing amazes me like this man built network of tunnels. A whole world built beneath the city. If the city is second nature, is this third? Is that possible?
I think of all the people who wait on these platforms. Most of them are working people. Rich people really don't take public transportation. That is what the statistics show anyway. I ride the train with dark, friendly, and understanding faces. The universal respect of the subway is evident, or so it seems.
Why doesn't the city make a map of the subway telling us which trains go to poor neighborhoods. Where the slapped together stucco called public housing is. Then a map of the ethnicity of riders. I would love to overlay them on a map (I am so human), and publish the results.
Anyway, the underground is damn near congruent throughout. Shouldn't it be? Don't conflate this post with somekind of personal revelation, but sometimes it feels like I could be riding to nowhere. My cardinal direction skills, (which are not too great in the first place), are knocked for a loop. What is north? What is south? Directions lose their purpose. The water or other landmarks become non existent. The sun, forget it. My cell phone stops working. I rely on a message in the train posted in red, and a quite pleasant voice whispering in my ear, that this is a southbound express train.
The subway really epitomizes function over form, and to be honest, I love it.