the heart identifies with the nature of this ground

this is soho in manhattan sometime in late summer, 2005. i was initially going to write about how the hollowness of the sidewalk is a reflection of the people who frequent the shops south of houston: what was once the domain of the starving artist squatting in a massive loft with eight other like-minded expressionists is now a bastion of euro labels and euro ubertrash and trustafarians and tourists from the heartland who lust after iPods. but then i was thinking that would just be a bitter diatribe. and the bitter diatribe is getting old. so, when i figure out a little ditty to accompany this pic, i'll post the nugget for all the b'sphere to see. until then...