It was a great apartment, second floor, police lock, lots of windows, a big living room for the no furniture I had, a bedroom as large, a small room for Krissy that was too near the front door and too near the hallway so that years later I learned she'd lain in bed, listening to the comings and goings. There was a galley kitchen, a lot of roaches, a hallway big enough for a table. Nancy Phillips lived downstairs with Nathan Whiting. I often stopped at her apartment on my way home from work to watch Startrek on their TV. I didn't have one. Krissy was best friends with Sarah, Nancy's daughter.
Sarah is now in L.A., teaching. Krissy has moved back from L.A. and is on her way to live in New York. Nancy and Nathan are in Brooklyn. And I'm here. I never imagined being this age, living anywhere but New York and, when I began the series, didn't know that the days I forgot to take photos would be represented with pale gray squares, an important part of that work which lasted eight months.