“My back hurts,” says the old man as he lowers his body into the booth made of torn maroon plastic. “Mine too,” says a woman I assume is his long-term wife. “You think this is a good diner?” she asks.

I didn’t have set plans for the day. I didn't have set plans for any of the rest of that sweatily stuck-together month other than cleaning out my apartment.

In the early spring while the resident Madison Square Park trees began to grow leaves, I visited Hugh Hayden’s desolate Brier Patch.

Walking into Andie Carver’s studio day or night creates a breath of peace. A moment of respite so

I’m trying to find a word larger than collection and closer to encyclopedia to describe the type of diverse agglomerations that evoke a grief-like overstimulation upon contact.

When I was in the fifth grade growing up in Mid-City Los Angeles, the internet was still in the Web 1.0 era. It was the late 2000’s. I was really good about doing my homework then.