Sights and Sounds

10 minutes late for work, in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, where slabs of un-cut bacon are sold alongside pickeled herring.

A genuine double-take. That’s what happened when walking by this. “The forehead, the forehead…” was all I muttered under my breath, not unlike Kurtz in the deepest, darkest depths of his African hell. Though surely an accident of time, or a quickly moved hand, its effect is profound. I am and was disturbed.