From the Canal to Midtown and back.
On a walk around the edge of Hudson Yards, rediscovered Esposito's Meat Market. Observed many a wild-eyed rambler already stretching their minds into the space of the weekend. One dumped his coffee onto his feet in front of me and burst into a mad cackle; he only had a couple teeth left.
MK and I never found the lighting store––or we did, and it had changed into a telecommunications company.
I could feel old NY still alive in this area. It's on the edge of some of my least favorite places in the city (MSG/PS), a gray zone between black hole and white death. ...I don't know what the end of that line means, but I'm leaving it.