18 Jan 2022

Today she is the red wheelbarrow, feeling so much depends on her. But what, really? The quarterly goals. The end-of-month rent. The whole of Manhattan. The fate of humanity. She sinks into the muck but something pulls her out, reminds her of interdependence.

A view of the upper Manhattan skyline peeks through thin tree branches at sunset, divided by piers on the East River.

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