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.
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.
Nothing quite like erasing yourself after a beautiful boozy birthday breakfast(brunch) in Brooklyn.






