Monday, November 23, 2020 - Eleventh Avenue’s ocean of yellow taxis.

Last week I watched an ocean of yellow taxis flood down Eleventh Avenue through the clouds, against the wind and amongst the rain. There must have been twelve of them. Or fifteen. I lost count. In my sleep, I have spent days thinking about the dance of light and shadows, how monsoons of the imagination resolve past lives and reset the subconscious. I thought of all of this on Eleventh Avenue, while waiting for an order of fish and chips from the Landmark Tavern. I had time. Then twelve or fifteen yellow taxis started flooding down Eleventh Avenue, and I watched them.