Someone is doing God's work. My friend @Rockstarsimone is in Rome. I prevailed upon her to check on the Vatican payphone. She did. God's Phone is dead. No Dial-A-Prayer. No PTS *10 shortcut. NOTHING. THANKS ALOT, GOD.

Concrete smears where three Titan* payphones used to be. In Brooklyn last week. *Probably Titan. Who even knows... Ghosts are ghosts.

PRAY on the N train today. #PRAY – at Manhattan, NY

That's the first new-to-me Telephone EXchange Name I've seen in 3 years. Operator, give me GRamercy-3-2390. wsbj.com/px/index/category/1…

Happiest when only one person is tuned in. #payphoneradio – at Manhattan, NY

Vestige of what was probably the last working payphone in the World Trade Center Theater of Operations. Seen yesterday. Landline tube still curling to the empty skies.

#IYKYK Somewhere in NYC today. #LinkNYC Smart City ambitions failed, sweetheart dealers got rich.

"Press Blue To Get Through" never crossed me radar, nor did 35¢ local calls. I always appreciated a working VOLUME LOUD/LOUDER/LOUDEST button, though. @Markgmath

My new satisfaction. Documenting payphones beyond their bitter end. Concrete smears/squares and now-needless protective bollards where payphones used to be. Am I a hot date, or what? All but one of these are from last week.

Hearkening early days of free porn & endless YouTube on LinkNYC tablets. Look for recliner seats couches & liquor carts c(r)atering to this demographic that will engage w/World Cup from a sidewalk. I'm not opposed. Just skep. They could have done this w/pandemic remote learning.

Dumped off a bunch of camcorders, keyboards, and lithium-whatever batteries at 74 Pike Slip today. The journey uptown was prize. The last one is where bollards still stand where a bunch of payphones used to be.

Revisited this FULLY FUNCTIONAL payphone on Staten Island yesterday. Found a bunch more on Victory Boulevard and Forest Avenue. When will the dream of functional public communication stations ever wake up from itself? I need to sleep.

Castle Hill clamshells randomly showed up on CyclomediaNYC's link. Investigated. They are there. This shit keeps me moving. Remembering the ritual online-only humiliation of being a payphone guy. This Astoria > Castle Hil journey +10k steps was neat. You can't dox me anymore.

Immich on my DedServ is summoning weirdly intimate memories of the carousel of payphones at 77 Water Street where someone dunked blue pills and a cigarette butt into the coin return tanks and also laid the pills on the scribble platform.

I thought certain this one was gone. Nope. Old dead payphone still moldering away at the Astoria Pool today.

Parked my car at the hourly-rates motel payphone on Queens Blvd. Wait...? When did I get 5k followers? Last time I paid attention to that vacuous stat I was sardonically proud to have 1k w/o ever requesting or manufacturing a single follower. Stay in one place long enough...

Feel the joy of finding a working payphone in this year 2026. From my friend David in transit at the Indianapolis International Airport last week. The number printed on the phone is not accurate. Dialing it sends you to the infernal BEEP BEEP BEEP. – at Queens, NY

Immich'ing my photo life of 30+ years past, unshared, unshared because you know why, is turning up all kinds of past reality, ok