This is my fourth spring in New York City. Since I moved here, every season has seemed momentous, a new opportunity to notice changes in my environment, a different feeling in my neighborhood, and a chance to explore my community. ...Read More
That blue and lonely period of hell Stephen King talks about is like a caterpillar inside a cocoon; either it metamorphoses into a beautiful butterfly, forever changed from its time inside, or it stays trapped in darkness. Right now I am pushing to come out the other side.
A man jams himself onto the train with his back to me and the doors close. When they do, he turns inward and leans against the doors, holding onto the rail above my head for balance.
I've got my upper body angled away from him, but I find myself having to lean farther and farther away . He's got his arm further forward on the bar above my head than necessary, head down and titled towards me.
I can hear him breathing in my ear.Read More