Friday, January 1, 2021 - West Forty-Second Street & Eleventh Avenue.

At the corner of West Forty-Second Street and Eleventh Avenue last night I felt a voice as I was driving. The past was converging with the collective consciousness’ web of timelines and possibilities. It was dark and raining and four cars were driving south toward the Lincoln Tunnel. The rain was beating down against my windshield and Twenty-twenty-one was calling me forth. The rain kept falling; and only for a few moments did I hover.