Here at The Common, we’re all about place, so we’ve been experimenting with more ways for readers to experience the locations of our pieces. Using this map, you can explore all the dispatches we’ve published set in New York City. Get to know Eli the Seltzer Man, the nighthawks on the Upper West Side, and more!
AMAYA RANATUNGE
Back home, the salt arrives before the sea. It rides on the evening wind, settles in your pores, and clings to the stone walls of the fort. On some evenings, when the waves are rough enough, the salt-bitter perfume of the sea accompanies a loud orchestra
LYS GRANIER
The only time I saw the woods in the snow. I threw a handful of road gravel in the tiny stream every time I crossed the bridge. The wood where I pictured my dad reincarnated as a fox. Where we had to wear red and be loud during hunting season. Where boars would dig up moss on the side of the path.
ANA PRUNDARU
in a museum's throat now, here it is / here is a lesson in grieving the past / disappeared by just a flip phone / say it was converted to a tiny pub // here is a lesson in grieving the past / a tiny fit of existentialism / say it was converted to a tiny pub / it was the nineties, remember?
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