Walking and walking, twisting and turning. Road signs intertwine so badly, you don't even know which way is which now. You stumble upon some sort of building, a skyscraper made entirely of glass windows, plate to plate, disc to disc. The building looks familiar, yet you're not entirely sure if you've been there before. You walk on.
The next road sign seems to be pointing somewhere between right and left, and you notice that shortly thereafter, the road divulges and turns into a different one. How is anyone supposed to find their way?
You have been in unknown territory for some time now. Downtown, Uptown, Midtown, Upper East Side, Upper West Side, Park Avenue, Soho, Noho, Nolita, Tribeca, Times Square, Brooklyn, the Garment District..many names with many specific meanings, one street with multiple titles. How does it all coincide? One street over puts you in a different neighborhood. Three blocks up can give you a different area code. Wait a second..you have seen that glass building before. You had an interview there a couple months ago. Oh wait, that was on 8th Avenue and you're down on Mulberry Street. Hmmm...
You keep looking onward, waiting for your feelings of doubt to go wayward. So enthralled in thought, so wrapped up in images. Swwwwink! "Hey, watch it. You hit my shoulder," an unknown voice proclaims, belligerently angry. "Relax," you say, "It's not like there's any damage." Well, that's the definition of an unfamiliar encounter.
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