"S'est sempre buon sapete." - Walter Mitty, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1990)

Abandoned buildings, holes in the ground. Our state is on the brink of another crisis we can see in the statistics of crime, the number of homeless, and the fact that we are building little green things. Those with the highest salaries--among them the real estate moguls of New York City--are building incredible mansions on land that is far more valuable than the actual structures. I witnessed the powerful struggle of the idea of suburban living in this city and I was honored to witness the now cliché 40-hour work week battle against the banks and the corporations who want to run us into the ground. That is the tragedy of New York.

Upon returning to Brooklyn from the Midtown offices of L'artista artiste, the ceiling was covered in holes, my internet's crashed, and a sound of seismic shock and destruction echoed around me. The first thing that comes to mind when this happens is death, so from my heart I wish you a very happy and peaceful Passover. I spent a good part of last night with the local culinary legend of Flatbush, Chef Jonathan Anderson, wondering what I could fill all the space that was empty at his restaurant with, and in the pre-Passover quiet, a map fell out of his pocket. As a scoping mission that ended up becoming a map of Brooklyn, surrounded by it, and in the middle of a 13-year-old boy eating his kid-food, I now feel that I am on the right path.

My place:

The layout of the street

Multiple padlocks on the entrance and exit

Only one silver palm

The bright red siding of the landlord's property

The poet penned it down, but there were still many pedestrians on the sidewalk, some of them blind, some of them a bit drunk, but they all weren't noticing me as I captured this picture.

Have the background questions answered? You can skip ahead if you like. Thanks to our amazing neighbor Jayson Brown, who decided to take a turn outside and play 'Can You Spot me?' in the street!