Demon Days

There's a weird heaviness in the air lately, am I right? 

It's not only the 9/11 anniversary thing,  the almost-earthquake or the almost-hurricane.  There's just a generally on-edge feeling in New York right now.  Breakups.  Bad Indian food.  Humidity.

For me, the clincher was bidding farewell to my androgynous Icelandic friends, who have been with me at Dag Hammarskjöld Plaza since early spring. 

Walking through the plaza early one morning this week, I stumbled upon their ignominious departure:

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A note to the artist, if she ever reads this: 

We have really enjoyed watching these sculptures serve their fascinating purpose all summer.  From posing with tourists and children to letting office lunchers literally nap on their shoulders, to being scribbled on, dressed in hats and scarves and even - in one case - completely knocked over, these guys truly held up that mirror.

So, from New York and its beautiful, messy and sometimes very sad people: thanks!