It was around lunch time and I had a small milkshake and my very first French fries on a table in front of me. I sat waiting for a friend under the…

Late afternoon under a bridge in Queens, New York City, the traffic light is red. Left, right, then left again, I looked to cross the one way street.…

The route from the subway entrance to my door entrance, I have divided into seven sections. At Section Three——or Five if I am on my way home, rather…

via It is dark, and a bit of light seeps in from outside: soft and yellowish. Everything is wrapped, gently, in shadows. My eyes do not recognize the…

Last Monday evening  on a platform in Brooklyn,  I waited for the train to