We keep going, locked into our little umwelts, only occasionally remembering to look up.

The girls swooned at the picture of their favorite actor.

Curley said, Well, I didn't mean nothing, Slim. I just ast you.

There is a rich celebration of city-tough plants deliberately carried over from the days when the abandoned High Line bloomed untended with wild stipplings of red sumac, smoke bush, milkweed, echinacea and other self-seeding invaders.