Rolled up the eastside on the 1 Friday morning.
Izzie Izzie Izzie. Thanks for your company.
Coughing up my lungs. Subways take their toll.#sickofmybodysresponsetomybehavior #lookingforwardtodreaming
I love the cultural diversity in the 5 boroughs. Black Americans whose native language is Spanish make me smile. Heritage and history are on the move.
Near lonesome ride back to the javits center to help my aunt Cynthia set up for the art & craft fair.
Conversation is roaring in route to the upper west side.
Artists sharing in call and response style, “occupied” the high line in chelsea this afternoon.
My first total rejection was from an orthodox man reading the Torah. So awkward! He just stared at me for a second, then left the train. Received half smiles and shrugs from the other commuters.
Back in the Bronx riding the A express.
Argus the dog.
After some out of control street empanadas in the Bronx, I took the sleepy D train all the way back to Brooklyn.
Security is not always found in a big chain.
The best EtchASketch models are… 5.posing 4.reading 3.spacing out 2.sleeping 1.playing games on their cell phone?!
Union Square transfer tunnel.
The lull between trains is like the hum of a ghost town. The rushing roar of trafficking strangers devours all sense of focus until the next lull finds its breath.
