People call these streets noisy, dirty, and ugly, but they can’t see past the surface. When I walk these blocks, I see the bright flowers in wonderfully well-tended window boxes and the stunning murals painted across rooftop water towers. I hear the rhythmic clatter of elevated trains and the excited shouts of kids at football practice in the schoolyard. These streets are suffused with beauty that’s visible when you slow down, look in the right places, and listen for the right sounds.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.