The slush of March hits the pavement as a girl in a yellow plaid slip dress and knee-high socks struts past my lens, her tiny backpack bouncing to the muffled beat of "Take a Bow" leaking from a passing sedan. I duck into a bodega to grab a pack of film, staring at a tabloid headline about **How Brain Waves Can Fly A Plane**; it sounds like some futuristic flannel-wearing sci-fi dream, but I’d rather focus on the grit of the real world.
Outside, the air smells of exhaust and cheap coffee while a group of kids trade Pogs on the corner, shouting "whatever" at the traffic. The city feels loud and restless today, caught right on the edge of a digital shift I can almost hear in the static of the radio.
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