Goodbye again

A short trip home

E pur si muove.

There wasn’t time to see anyone, at least not on purpose. I half expected to see people by accident. The day of the 2003 blackout, walking home to Williamsburg from Rockefeller Center, I ran into three people I knew — unfathomable in a city of eight million unless you’ve lived in it and know that particular magic. Now I actually worried a…

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