Intense memories, from the trash can on the truck’s side, to old coworkers, to the woman rolling down her window to yell about letting her over, to the blue and white peeling paint on the wall next to the similarly partly sunny sky on my way back from the neighborhood I’d not been to in a minute.

A camera on a solar powered pole near a Union Square intersection.

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