Grand Central Station, July 3rd
Bike Shadow Art, East Village
Iām struck again by the irony that spaceflight ā conceived in the cauldron of nationalistic rivalries and hatreds ā brings with it a stunning transnational vision. You spend even a little time contemplating the Earth from orbit and the most deeply ingrained nationalisms begin to erode. They seem the squabbles of mites on a plum.
— Carl Sagan, The Pale Blue Dot
Speciesism rising unabated in NYC
Reading Market, Philadelphia