Disengagement

7:12pm Saturday night, walking to my dinner reservation at 7:15, restaurant is a fifteen-minute walk: Thoughts running through my head as I power-walk...

2018

The many Year in Reviews popping up on my newsfeed are filled with positivity, as friends look back on their year with rose-colored glasses. I appreci...

Relieving Yourself

A couple weeks ago, I saw a man suffering from homelessness standing against a building. I was standing nearby, looking at Google maps trying to figur...

Man with Bike

Sunday, 3pm. I’m squeezed between two people, among a group of crushed together people on the 6. The train was so crowded that after one stop an old...

The Foot.

I smelled it first. A decaying, infected, atrocious smell that keep wafting toward my side of the train. I was talking to my friend about his adjustme...

The Quiet

The Subway trains here are atrociously loud. In fact, they’re basically as loud as a jet taking off. Don’t believe me? Read this Guardian article ...

On Being an Artist

Two weekends ago, on my Birthday, I went shopping in a random store and walked in on Corey Pane painting shoes. He was asked by the store to paint Tom...