…or, “My best friend got married in New York City this weekend and the only pictures I took were of street detritus and the subway.”

Q: Why isn’t the train coming? What do I do? What’s going on?
A: Deal with it.

Stand responsibly behind the yellow line. Enjoy the gust of wind that presages your train’s arrival; watch the rats and garbage scatter.

No reason to think Ukrainians aren’t self-reliant, but here’s proof.

Am. Lit. Hist., West Village

You may build as many condominiums as you like, but the Giglio will still be paraded through the streets of Williamsburg every summer.

This is the Brooklyn from the novels. I can’t say for sure if it’s real. I do know that the park on the right was named for my relative.

The caption on this painting in Columbus Park reads: “1980. Life in America, my grandfather found, was indeed unknown and unpredictable. Picture unknown.”

Cathedrals of the Financial District.

Belowground, barely distinguishable: the remains of an old Dutch cistern. Aboveground, reflected: Goldman Sachs.

“To Joe! Merry Christmas! I hope we keep in touch more in the future. I am really going to need family on my journey. I love you very much and will always admire you. Have a great Christmas and a very Happy New Year! heart, Audrey.”

…inscription on the back of a painting, garbage can, Clinton Street.

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