The inbetween time.
I visited my friend’s office and we had lunch on the terrace looking at this view. I’d never seen New York like this before. Never seen these colours, the cityÂ flushed, blushing. This is how I imagine the insides of a living person, chest cracked open so you can see everything jammed in, working on top of each other and next to each other, together.
This city is in my lungs, on my mind, under my skin.
I slept on the train back from Beacon, restlessly against the window as we shuddered past the Hudson and Yonkers, where Yankees fans were holed up in car parks, sitting in circles on chairs they’d brought from home, drinking before the game.
At Grand Central, Anna and Joy wanted oysters so Dan and I wandered around the Oyster Bar while they ate. The light made everything look like it was from another time.
We took the train to Beacon to visit Dia, one of the most amazing art galleries I’ve ever been to.
John was so nervous on his first shift that he didn’t pick up a single passenger. Ben’s been a cabbie for 33 years, Gerry for 51. Femi wants his passengers to trust him. Barry looks at the Bible on his dashboard to help keep him calm in bad traffic.
I’m so proud to introduce my latest project.
Thanks so much toÂ HailoÂ and all the cab drivers who took the time to talk to me.
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The picture of the queen at the top of this blog was drawn for me by Irana Douer.
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