Step into a world that puts man's mind to rest of life beyond planet earth; where ancient corridors usher into places man has not tread.

A group of teenage girls pour out of the Utica A train station, faces greased with Vaseline; their hair tied up...

The bell above the bookstore door rang with a tired little chime, the kind that had heard too many winters. Charlie looked up from behind the counter, one hand resting on a stack of leather-bound volumes that most customers never noticed. To them, Nostalgia was just another rinky-dink, brick and mortar wedged between buildings. To Charlie, it was a hinge in the world—one of many, and one of the last still standing.

Flickering street lamps and police floodlights on the outskirts of the Gowanus Houses illuminate Hoyt Street. White candles tied with red bandanas beside empty Henny bottles surround an 8x10 photo of a baby-faced male positioned on the side wall of Mohammed's Deli. Officers walk their beat. A crowd forms in front of the deli. Staying in their lane, the beat cops move along with their patrol. People in and out of the corner store gaze at the memorial...

Two officers push through the station's double doors tailed by a young vagabond wearing a trucker's hat; his jeans held up by twine. Officers assess the situation, searching for any visible weapons. Eyes look to the left and right. Hands move to pistols. A severely frayed t-shirt exposing the stranger's left shoulder blade and pectorals raise eyebrows. Taupe viscous dripping down the drifter's side invokes disgust. Noticing the vagrant, Marino's countenance shifts...