26 Nov 2022

My feet burn; I feel old. Creaky and leaky and bloated all over, like a cheap riddle. Then you mention everything we’ve seen today and more, citing fallen kale in Times Square and statues and oculus shopping malls. These feet carry me to bed. Dogs are barking.

An iconic two-towered building hovers on the edge of Central Park, reflected in the lake on a clear blue-skied day near sunset.