a slightly over-cumin-y batch of veggie burgers and a bottle of blue moon on the rooftop. a theatre set being created in the junkyard, single points of light on the ground throwing giant overlapping shadows on the fence high above. the bassy strains of a band practicing in the storage shed, a little bit hesitant, like a kid jumping across stepping stones. a nicely ripening brooklyn night, a post-prandial cigarette, mostly just mouth-smoked while looking at the chrysler building in the distance and the searchlights shining from ground zero.
am a vector pointing that-a-way.