stoerid

must eat something

the bridges of kings county

taxi!

simon says

corner

u-haul

take that call

through the looking glass

he once ruled the world

a beacon

the sweet smell of success

a rip in the fabric of space and time

street light

light/dark

a wedding

a meeting of minds

brick

lions and romans and bears, oh my!

walk dont walk

i miss the fog

a path! a path! a path!

i can think of another way

...on forty-second street (and madison)