in a garbage bag with latin written on it [Eyeblinks]
In September of last year, Miranda and I did a strange thing: we came back to New York, not as residents but as visitors. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Manhattan was still there. I'd say it was waiting for us, but the truth is that New York waits for nobody.
I took a few pictures, as I tend to.
This is how I know I am still living in civilization; that cel-ray is, in fact, available on a whim.