Jul 29, 2021
6 min read
Chapter 1
An Excerpt from a Book With Too Many Working Titles
The murmur of some Middle Eastern dialect poured from the driver’s cellphone, while a newscaster’s voice penetrated through the fake bullet-proof glass. It was one of the rainiest days I had ever witnessed in New York City. As the downpour beat heavy on the windshield of the cab, I peered out onto 53rd street. I was absorbed in some purposeless melancholic…
