Emerging from the Canal St Subway Station, one is thrown into a liminal space, with skyscrapers, billboards and even a view onto the new World Trade Center One building. This space is America itself; Manhattan itself.
But yet, it is also nowhere in Manhattan, featureless, without any distinguishing aspect aside from having a view unto elsewhere in Manhattan with stronger distinguishing features. The tribe here is a non-tribe. One sees people from everywhere and nowhere at once – tourists, residents, Europeans, Chinese, Africans – there is no one converging factor.
This is the threshold, off which we jump into the many tribal lands along Grand Street.