February 7, 2003: Day and Night
Every day as I leave for work I look at the light reflecting through the foyer of our building on Thompson Street. The light passes through the Vesuvio Playground and the ancient glass panels in the door, so it looks different every day. At night, when I'm coming home, I walk to the train through the skyscraper district in Midtown, and watch all the lights shining out of the high floors. It's been the same thing for a few months now, but I never get tired of it.
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At the far end of the first floor lives this sort of sweet old lady who always walks around in front of the building dressed up with bright red lipstick. It's very Norma Desmond, but I try to say hello.
Norma Desmond or Baby Jane?
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