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It is quiet in here. I listen to myself think, and sometimes I do not like what I hear. But it is quiet enough that I can, at least, hear. The room is quiet, yes. There is no music, no noise but the sound of a truck idling outside — a car horn bleats and [...]

A bag filled with over a thousand pictures, found on a sidewalk near my apartment, has produced little of interest. The boredom is furious. One glimmer of interest to me, however, is that the bag and all the pictures inside seemed to have belonged to someone who lived here in New York and travelled to [...]