Started my day at 118th on the upper west. Started heading home, then never switched trains at 34th and instead headed for the dilapidated playground I love. I found a stretch of beach that was unoccupied, cranked “Canned Heat” through my headphones, and pretended I was Jody Sawyer in the finale of Center Stage. I needed it. This week has been a roller coaster.
Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York