There’s a man who sits with his daughter in the back car of the 1 train on their evening commute. I assume he picks her up from school or aftercare once he’s finished with work for the day and together, they take the train home. They’re an unassuming pair, save for the fact that she’s …
Yesterday, I got on the 1 train to head uptown to my apartment and much to the relief of my tired feet, a seat was available. The 1 train is the principle mode of transportation to the Upper West Side, so the evening rush hour commute is a burdensome one, heavy with people traffic. As …
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Sitting in a hole-in-the-wall pizza place, I was mid-interview with a singer I’d heard in the East Village and wanted to know more about. He had an interesting look that photographed well but his bristly baritone is what really caught my attention. I’d learned about his early introduction into music and what fueled his love …
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The “self” looking back at me said, “Good morning. Short work week this week, you can make it. Coffee soon. Put a bunch of stuff in your hair to hold it down since it’s windy. Maybe pick up some sweet gum at Duane Reade. Also, you failed at everything this year.”
Ryan Brinson 