Eighty-five thousand new cases reported in America yesterday, another record smashed in a year with too many records broken. Here in New York, people are still dining outside in the autumn chill, determined log as much time outdoors as possible before the weather confines us to our tiny apartments.

There aren’t many visitors to the city these days. It’s nice to have the sidewalks to ourselves, but I miss how the tourists would remind me to look up. Sometimes I’d see a family on a corner in Midtown, gazing up slack-jawed at the dizzying buildings, and I’d realize I should this more often. The gargoyles and friezes, the dignified stonework and dramatic arches that have weathered everything.


Biosphere – City Wakes Up

Man With a Movie Camera | 2001 | More
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
Subscribe
Notify of
guest
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Related Reading
May 9, 2022

Maps

Ohio. Sunset: 8:35pm. My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.
April 16, 2020

Slow

Maybe I could become a Zen lesson in the art of presence, but it feels more like I have the attention span of a goldfish: understanding the world only nine seconds at a time.
November 8, 2020

Shift

Yes, I wept as Kamala Harris and Joe Biden gave their acceptance speeches in a Delaware parking lot.
0
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x
()
x