• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 12
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Phenomenon

Grown men do not wear cotton suits

with gold cufflinks anymore. They are

not ramrod straight and clean-cut or

well spoken for opportunity nor for

romantic renditions of any kind. Old

immigrant cultures are losing their 

identity, homogenized into a vacuum,

cast into the shadows, somewhere in

the outer boroughs where the future 

seems alive and dying at the same

time. There's a museum, for earlier

reference, newspapers that tell the stories,

against a backdrop of modern-looking

buildings, framed into rows, in a Brooklyn

neighborhood and beyond. 

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