Dinner with Christo
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Christo, the resident male red-tailed hawk of Tompkins Square Park, keeps a
schedule. He has always been an orderly individual, keeping a routine and
bei...
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A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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People coming and going, occupying the same air space for a while, touching the same seats/backs/cords etc. Do we leave a little bit of ourselves behind to be absorbed by the next person? (and I don't mean the smell of garlic in the morning) The short time I spent in my youth riding the TTC I was aware of how surreal it was. All those people, barely awake, swaying along in a twilight kind of haze.
Have I mentioned lately how very much I enjoy your blog? You always make me think.
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