Underneath the City

Underneath the City

  Ever since I read Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman, I’ve been fascinated by what might live underneath the city streets, or in the tunnels that form the train network. I love the architecture down there, even if the air is stifling and sorta smelly. I just know...
A Stranger in New York City

A Stranger in New York City

  I met a man in New York City, in Grand Central Station. He was eating ice cream at a counter. I stood next to him and ordered a crepe. He smiled, and cleared off the stool next to him so I could sit down. I thought, in typical New York fashion, that I would eat...