|A subway train passes a cyclist on the Manhattan Bridge:|
the subway passengers can't see the cyclist. Fact.
|Two cars collide in Northern Manhattan - but so, quite|
possibly, do two competing expectations about who
gives way to whom.
|Inhabitants of Duffy Funeral Home's world worry about|
where they're going to park. Other users of Park Slope's 9th
St worry where they'll ride their bikes. Here's where those
|A cyclist, runners and motor cars in Park Slope: sure,|
they look close together. But they could be worlds apart.
"Everybody sees themselves/ Walkin' around with no-one else," he says.
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours," he drawls.
That's the nearest I have to a solution. I'll let you be in my street-world if I can be in yours.