Wasteland – Downtown Part 2

Wasteland – Downtown Part 2

He nods and gestures for me to follow. Together we crawl the short distance into a small chamber about 6’ feet square, with a low ceiling— 5’ tall at the most. It’s a mess of old newspapers, empty bottles, and assorted trash. The walls are adorned with clippings from...
Downtown, Part 1

Downtown, Part 1

I suppose it’s not technically accurate to blithely say “I’m off downtown” in the same casual way people formerly used that phrase. There was a time when I could walk a few blocks to a subway station, pay what I grumblingly considered “way too much money for a...
Habitat – continued

Habitat – continued

It’s Tuesday morning. That means the water in our building is available for use. Ever since the mainland raised the price of water from its Catskills reservoirs, most NYC public hydro is desalinated ocean water. It’s supposedly free for any citizen of New York,...
Habitat

Habitat

A thin gray morning dawns across the mighty metropolis, and I rise to face the day within the confines of my little cube. It’s a space on the second floor of what was once a deli in Midtown near the Roosevelt Hotel. A lot of office space on the upper floors of...