Six Minutes to Sunset
I was standing on the corner, experiencing the environment—landscape, buildings, noise, and sky. The sun was low, peaking over the red-and-white-striped KFC roof . . . A momentary convergence of sight, sound, thought, and feeling can permanently transform what is seemingly mundane or worse (squalid, bankrupt, decayed) into a sublime vista. A delusion? Perhaps. Regardless, the time and place were stamped on my consciousness.
St. Marks Pl. & 4th Ave., 10/28/06 (Saturday) at 5:25 pm