Upon Regaining Sight After Two Years


Walking to the subway on a Friday night, I started to close in on the Flatiron Art Space Exhibit, a daily fixture in my path to and from work. The Exhibit, rooted firmly in the midst of an intersection, would usually elicit little elsen on my part than a vague, uncomprehending glance.

It did not further its case that the intersection was unendingly thronged by tourists.