Waiting for someone, watched the many people pour out like confetti made of July colors, a train station reconfigured some years ago to look beautiful yet remind us through pieces of old walls artfully placed how awful it had been especially during the summer months.
*** *Another Hundred People - Company by Stephen Sondeim
...It's a city of strangers, Some come to work, some to play. A city of strangers, Some come to stare, some to stay...
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.