The year of the local. Specifically, the ten-twenty block radius around my apartment on Bleecker Street in Bushwick. For a time, after the dust had settled and the new paradigm had formalized, we lived like people bound in ascetic fraternity. Breakfast at Paolo’s, lunch at the Salvadoran spot (fried fish over rice and beans, and yucca, always yucca), dinner at mines - and we’re making pasta. We rode bikes and collected unemployment checks, living each day to its relative fullest, in simple serenity.
2020
2020
2020
The year of the local. Specifically, the ten-twenty block radius around my apartment on Bleecker Street in Bushwick. For a time, after the dust had settled and the new paradigm had formalized, we lived like people bound in ascetic fraternity. Breakfast at Paolo’s, lunch at the Salvadoran spot (fried fish over rice and beans, and yucca, always yucca), dinner at mines - and we’re making pasta. We rode bikes and collected unemployment checks, living each day to its relative fullest, in simple serenity.