![]() ![]() we’re reminded that we’re all living through the same struggle. The spirit of the city is in retreat, but every night at 7 p.m. The tattoo parlor that used to blast new rap into the night is all dim window lights and no music. The new neighborhood bar that was making a new tradition out of Saturday night shouting matches has gone quiet. ![]() There’s people out and about but not much for them to travel to and from. My neighborhood is, to quote a friend, like 3 a.m. ![]() I’ve been looking at the same six trees for the same six weeks. I didn’t think it was possible to have nostalgia for a city I currently reside in, but reducing travel to the five-block radius around my building has made me miss places and people situated only two or three miles away. Their first new song in eight years lands in the sweet spot between wistful boomer nostalgia and tacit acknowledgment that the sands of time have shifted.
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