Brownsville

Losing Track of Time

Aug 16 16

When I was younger and I lost track of where I was on the train all I had to do was look around and if all the people looked like me I knew I was in Brooklyn.

Now that is no longer the case and it’s starting to feel like an actual melting pot (though that claim was made many years ago I never really felt that way).

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