Day one: North along Bedford to Williamsburg

Washington and St. Johns to and from MacCarren Park: north on Bedford, returning south along Driggs/Lee/Nostrand.

One of the eight pages of labels I created last night for today’s blocks. Each is divided into the four or three streets that define it.

So far I’ve gathered items ranging from calling cards to envelopes to graf stickers. It’s cold and gloves are a necessity, thankfully. My room will be full of paper.

The city feels so much larger now that I have begun, although soon I will find a rhythm. As the routes decrease in size and intensity, expect more stories about the nuances of the neighborhoods and the moments passed.

My first taste of being an outsider in an insular neighborhood was while walking through the Hasidic section of Williamsburg. All of the mens’ eyes looked away as we crossed paths and many of the mothers with prams simply ignored me or questioned me with a glance. The school girls, of course, were incredibly curious and often simply stared. I tried to imagine what they each thought based on our mutually superficial exchanges. These imaginary conversations  inspired in me a nostalgia for the simplicity of childhood. A smaller world. The lifetime of a single day. Actions with no purpose. Connections based on a whim.

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