What lurks beneath the brackish surface of New York City's gigantic post-blizzard slush lagoons? Sometimes it seems these vast puddles, though unspeakably filthy, seem shallow and insignificant—a trifling inconvenience—until you try to step across and your leg is quickly devoured up to the calf. How deep do they go? This is the disturbing question that keeps us up at night, but illustrator Matt Lubchansky was not afraid to plumb their mysterious depths. Dive down with him into the bottomless slush, if you dare.
