new york impresses itself mostly in two dimensions: height and distance. there is before you, there behind you, and there is above you; but the sense of width — linear space to the left and right — rarely happens. i’m sure this is why i found myself peering deeply into this particular florescently lit empty storefront on my return one evening from dinner.
white-lit against the evening dark, the depth seemed impossible, and through the window of MY door, another doorway and door, bricks bared, opening up to yet… another door. what i would have given to walked through the final door. the colors — grey, white, flashed with one exposed brick, red padlock and a forest green strike plate, and the inscrutable, intentionally stenciled, “ZIPP!”