fen veered toward the rushing 47th street yesterday and i said fen, dude, z&h, is not there. what do you mean, not there? i see it.. and he kept looking nostalgically.

and today he wanted to go cross 47th again, by that dismal little strip mall. he had a wanderlust, and going the other way had the same pull, toward a destination known only to his dreams and the angels of distance.