To: Strand Book Store 828 Broadway New York, NY 10003 From: Tayler Bakotic The Wonderful Strand I long for the Strand and its infinite possibilities: From dragon slayers...

To: Washington Mews New York, NY 10003 From: Grace Marie Wanebo Dear friend,  Writing to you from Washington Mews, it’s like I’ve walked out of Greenwich Village...

To: Brooklyn Bridge Park 334 Furman St, Brooklyn, NY 11201 From: Rachel Lee Where I Find Peace Escaping the honks From inside the city To observe A day’s end. ...

To: Abraço 81 E 7th St New York, NY 10003 From: Anna de la Rosa dear abraço, in the far right corner, you have a bench meant for one but manages to squeeze in...

To: The Battery Battery Pl., State St. and Whitehall St. New York, NY 10004 From: Anna-Dmitry Muratova I like When people spit into trash bins, Not on the ground. When...

To: Avenue D & East Seventh Street New York, NY 10009 From: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes When an eastward road is your walkabout these stacked houses with green faces red...

Finley and Sunny and Sky and Milenka and Kennedy and Hunter and Alex and Pasha and Joey and Avery and Cassidy and Lennox and Cameron and August and Wednesday and Morning and May...

A dark place where it’s prohibited to wear eyeshadow if you’re born with a penis or not shave your legs if you own a vagina (even if you wish you didn’t). If your wardrobe...

I wasn’t out for long enough to earn the right to be tired. But not having the right to be tired doesn’t prevent me from being tired. Also, who said that there’s such a thing...

Universe is where we live. A shared home. All-encompassing and all-forgiving. Humans, in this space in the space, are each others’ roommates. Agenders and genderqueers, demi-boys...

That’s about it. We should all go to therapy. Email Anna-Dmitry at [email protected].