Hampton & Rabbit - The Paradox of NYC
“Where you gonna run to” lyrics of Felix Da Houscat's 'Sinnerman' reloop.
Verōnika, the patron saint of photography is upstairs. That’s where I go.
Verōnika’s ceilings reach infinitely. Wide apertures of windows allows flattering light to run through the grand European style dining room. I walk through the bar and past the hostess who briefly looks up and through me and then nods her head down ignoring me as if were a ghost as she returns to prodding into a tablet with her index fingers.
The dining room reminds me of the paradox that is New York City: so many people jammed up against each other creates obstacles for us to properly connect. Two-by-two close seating construction is the perfect example. For the very purpose of commerce, everyone is seated too intimately next to a stranger and in opposing-party style to their guest.
As I walk the aisle between the tables I feel like a Dark Knight in a battle star commanding an array of minions seated at their controls. Angry that I don’t see Amanda, I pull out a light saber and swipe it through the legs of the low sitting dining chairs as I make large strides through the room and out again.