UNION SQUARE

I take the van (available for the handicapped and elderly) to Union Square.
There is a little platform elevator that lifts you up into the truck, some moments of attention grabbing vulnerability,  and then the driver locks you down with chains and belts as you remain docile, powerless, accepting. Caged Animal.

It's quite an extravagant feeling because the van ride is only for you.

Tooling around Union Square, I feel somber and gritty.
(I'm back fellow New Yorkers and this is what happened to me!)

Sometimes New York, with its constant vying to be more civilized and trustworthy and grounded, can seem so slipshod.