17 Feb 2022

Faces, physical and unscreened, stare out at the river from thirty stories up and also from below, under the whirlpools and even beneath the noxious sediment. Who are they? The same as we are, people trying to make sense of push and pull. We argue. We hug. We work.

Three men sit on wooden steps by a pier on the East River. Their backpacks lie beside them and the building in the background looks futuristic and clean.

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