Are you standing in someone’s place? Do you perhaps owe them something for that space? Just a thought! When you walk down Horatio Street or St. Mark’s Place or Central Park West or Prospect Avenue, if you’re thinking about them, it can feel like someone has just run ahead and pulled down alongside you these fake scenic backdrops of the City. Like you’re actually walking down a little tight hallway in the middle of everything, and all these people are hiding behind them in the dark. You can almost hear the rustle; noise leaking through from the other side like it’s a weird, terrible surprise party, a bad dream. But no one wakes up with a gasp and neither can anyone ever jump out and yell.
