By my house there is this big new supermarket that's like the Chinese Fairway. It's full of mysterious things that I don't know if I'm allowed to photograph.
I feel like I've been eating the wrong instant ramen.
In my apartment: Evidence of my youth.
Sunday afternoon I set out to walk to Brooklyn via the Manhattan Bridge. This is my neighborhood.
And this is my bridge.
Before crossing it I was distracted by a dragon.
To the bridge, now.
And you wonder why the Brooklyn Bridge is so much more popular?
Who is this guy? I see him everywhere. Everywhere!
And this guy? I never see him anywhere. Anywhere!
Andy lives over there.
No respect for the builders.