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New York 2000 I take a cursory glance for stray dogs or people along the dark street as I step out of the warehouse. During the year that I’ve lived in the desolate Brooklyn neighborhood known as Bushwick, I’ve realized that both can be equally dangerous to encounter in the night. My breath is visibleContinue reading “Episode 10: Arena, part 2 – Survival of the Thinnest”