Monthly Archives: August 2016

That smell—I can’t put my finger on that smell. Walking down St. Marks Place in the East Village I simply can’t…dog poop. I’ve stepped in dog poop (at least I can put my foot on it). Through my nostrils to … Continue reading →

I leaped to avoid the armies of plaid shirts and khaki pants wrapped around young aspiring businessmen as they power-walked into the spicy smelling restaurant behind me. And what did I get for my evasive efforts? Instead of the delicious … Continue reading →

Surrounded by swaying figures as the low thumping hypnotizes their senses We make eye contact and agree to push through the sweaty forms Before the sea of bodies drown us We walk towards the entrance now turned into an exit … Continue reading →

10:47 The subway squeaks as it approaches. As it passes through, I can see that the train is close to empty. I board the AC filled cart which is a great difference from the stuffy outdoors. 11:05 After being on … Continue reading →

Inside the subway car, it is warm and stuffy, and so humid you could almost drink the air. The speckled black floor is sticky against the soles of my shoes, which peel away like duct tape every time I move … Continue reading →

The heat hit me like it knew I feared it and it relished my pain. I could still feel the AC on the back of my arms. It wasn’t too late to retreat. To step back and slip out of … Continue reading →

Two doors open. I take my first step as the last cold air of the subway car grazes the back of my neck and I face the incurable heat of an underground station on a warm summer’s day. Turn the … Continue reading →

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