Brooklyn is an archival delta of unbridled human instinct.
Despite its limitless reserves of cumulative empathy, and to the dismay of my longing to affirm it as sacred, it fails to display anything of notoriety. Every black man pridefully causing a ruckus at a corner store. Every gentrifying inhabitant of a wood-trimmed Williamsburg bar. Every quiet Hispanic woman avoiding eye contact on the subway. They are irrelevant sacrifices. Blindly consenting vessels. Tiny particles whose existence does little more than saturate how gut wrenchingly thorough this case study is. A case study no one asked for. A case study no one needed.