Sometimes the waves are history, sometimes the waves are money.
What if instead of advertisements, digital billboards in Manhattan showed pictures of the people who most recently left the city for good, never to return? An endless scroll of strangers who gave up on the dream of New York City? What then? What if instead of CATS or Lion King running forever on Broadway, itContinue reading “New York City, Some Suggestions in the Form of Questions, From Your Departed Son”