There is a specific kind of silence that follows a closing notice. It is not the silence of a dark theater. It is the silence of your inbox, which has somehow become both empty and accusatory. You have just finished a contract. You are not yet on the next one. And the city, which spent …
There is a specific kind of time that exists only in New York theater: the four-hour gap. You had a 9:40 a.m. EPA at Ripley-Grier Studios on 8th Avenue, you have a 2:15 p.m. callback at Pearl Studios on 8th Avenue, and the MTA has decided that the intervening hours are yours to solve. You …
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The drawer in my nightstand doesn’t close properly. This is because it is full of notebooks. Not one notebook, not a curated set of three, but roughly eleven half-used Moleskines, four drugstore composition books, two unlined sketchpads I bought during a burst of artistic confidence I can no longer locate, and a promotional notebook from …
Making a home in New York City is a lot like keeping a show running on a frayed Equity contract: the moment you think you’ve got your footing, someone changes the blocking. The bodega that knew your coffee order becomes a bank. Your rent-stabilized walk-up gets a “luxury” lobby and a new name. The subway …