Not From Here
"Any listing of an infinite series is doomed to be infinitesimal." -Jorge Luis Borges
This is a series, which can only be open-ended, about
New York, a city so vast, whose roots, branches, vines, tendrils, webs, filaments, fibers and dendrites are so microscopically dense and together-grown that you need hardly step outside your very narrow circuit to become a visitor, a stranger amid other strangers, some from mere blocks away, some from halfway around the world but all not from here, foreigners all, having come to gawk or entertain, serve or be served, exploit or be stared at, buy or sell, walk among as one from a better family of people or a worse one, mystified how others can live their strange lives, wishing to fit in or happy you do not, encountering the other on your terms or on theirs, or simply adrift, silent amid wonders that can never be encompassed.
