@alexjordonez in the wreckage of a washington heights apartment block
a sunlit booth in a bed-stuy spanish diner where a woman named cristina hands us our plates of pancakes and eggs, where derek peers over the menu at my camera. down the street is a starbucks, a mcdonald's, a french cafe full of young men with beards and BFA degrees and pain au chocolats, yet the suntanned elder whose eyes seem permanently narrowed in suspicion at the counter continues to profusely preach against the corporate iconoclasts that attack his beloved neighborhood diner. sally's will live another day. 2018.
reposting this because the uncensored version was taken down