“A coat from another life comes up behind him and like an old flame slips its arms around his shoulders. He watches as they dance in the mirror—he and his coat. He slides his arms into its sleeves. His hands fill up its pockets.
Look at the street, that avenue of wind we used to flare, my coat and I. He knows that one can’t step into the same street twice, and yet he’s returned to this city looking not for the eternal, but for whatever has survived.”
—Stuart Dybek, “The Coat” from Ecstatic Cahoots (FSG, 2014)
(from an ongoing series of Boston transit street photography)
Chris Bronsk 