There are specific separate pieces of information unique to those who inhabit the city. The sun rises past the East River and sets beyond the Hudson in the west. Downtown is south and uptown is north. If you’re a woman, you can comfortably wear high heels to certain train lines, but for the ones that are farther away, you do the New York Changeover, carrying your heels in a purse and slipping off your sneakers or flip-flops around the corner from your destination. You know which subway car to enter for perfect alignment with the exit for your mad dash on a late morning to work. You know to feign sleep when a panhandler slides between the doors on your train. You know which fruit-stand guy—and there is one on every corner of every main thoroughfare—has the best deal on bananas. You know which gutter consistently gets flooded each time it rains. You know which city block smells the most rancid in the summertime. But somehow, even though you know all these tiny pieces of information, it is still baffling to think of what is in there at each moment, scurrying through the streets, bustling in the thousands of buildings—people pulling vacuums along dusty carpets, taxis floating along the avenues.
What do You think about Where Earth Meets Water (2014)?
