Photo by myself, in Greenwich Village.
Hand-painted tiles are hung along a chain link fence at 7th Avenue and 11th Street, in The Village. Tiles of various sizes with painted inscriptions and sent from all over the world.
This impromptu memorial is quite moving, with its handwritten inscriptions fired on clay tiles.
I paid the fence a visit, while en route to Gansevoort Street on the west side.
In New York, we go around our busy lives like nothing ever happened. And then sometimes it all comes back.
Like the other day, I was on the subway and for whatever reason I had a strange feeling. I started panicking about the other subway riders and what I couldn't see. What was under that guy's seat? What's in that person's bag?
And then the subway stopped. We'd reached the station.
I got out and lost myself in the crowd.
Related posts: On Looking like a Tourist on Holiday, Welcome to New York and Six Years Ago.