Sunday, November 1, 2020 - “All hands up, salute the Empire State,” - Guster (2006).

As for Manhattan, from Two hundred and twenty-fifth Street down to Battery Park, there are only a few new places left to see. Nearly every street I’ve walked or biked across, each avenue I’ve witnessed at least once from the ground level. Yet still an entire city remains to be explored –––– not by sight, but by possibility; angles and projections; voices and sounds; memories and images. Nothing in New York ever happens twice. There is no same-old same-old. This is the paradox: it doesn’t matter how many times one walks these streets; they cannot be seen in their entirety. As each passing moment, they’ve changed. “All hands up, salute the Empire State.”