What are the reasons for these feelings of restlessness that do not quite amount to unease on the eve of a simple business trip?
Magazine: City Desk
Why do the Russians loom so large in our imagination?
Whenever city-dwellers have to drive into and out of their home, they marvel at how the other half lives.
One night I saw down the avenue a blaze of winking lights.
Remembering the lost city.
If we end up governed by cronies and relatives, it is because we put them there. Maybe we should have stood in line.
Once I went from book to book, article to article. Now I hop from page to page, paragraph to paragraph; screen to screen, image to image.
I have been spoiled in my commutes, but since the virus came among us, my commutes have grown longer.
My trainer is my last tenuous link to popular culture.
Appointments aside, we stuck to our neighborhood, where none of our friends live, only the people on whom we depend.