p s e u d o r e a l

Better Than Real Because It's Not.


Saturday September 04th 2010, 1:38 am
Filed under: General

Every now and then, I escape back to the city where I belong.

passed out behind the garbage pail
Instead of being the train home to Brooklyn, now it’s the train to the city.
The number of drunks and bums Father Frank’s homeless shelter attracts to the area seems to have steadily risen over time. Now they’re passed out all over the train station day and night.

the finger
I prefer this city greeting to the drunks sprawled out on the platform in Port Jeff

beacon in the darkness
Hello ESB, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.

or moving vehicles
The city is full of ghosts

not to be confused with 'babes in toyland'
The Endless March of the Yellow Cabs

br0ke sign
It is now safe to walk uphill.


Wednesday February 10th 2010, 3:11 am
Filed under: General

I think I was only in the city twice in December.

amtrak train board
Viza and I took a short stroll through Amtrak’s part of Penn Station.


I found some more subway mosaics to add to my collection.






Friday June 03rd 2005, 11:00 pm
Filed under: General

Manhunt, West Village.
June 2.

 lin ze xu.

Walking through Chinatown.
Lin Ze Xu.

 

 confucius.

Confucius.

 

 mickey d's.

In Chinatown, even the Golden Arches are labeled in Chinese.

 

 scary dude.

Slipping out of Chinatown into Little Italy,
I wandered past two of these. Scary.

 

 drunk pixie?

What is this, a drunken pixie?

 

 the arch.

Walking to Washington Square Park,
I took an obligatory photo of the arch.

 

 sadness.

I notice it says The World War.

 

 fountain.

The fountain at Washington Sq. Park.

 

 empire.

The Empire State Building, lit up.

 

 mta.

And finally, back down to Penn Station to catch a train home.