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.

Flipping the script on the famous question, "Where Brooklyn at?" Seriously, where is Brooklyn at? Like a monster under the bed, lurking and waiting for an opportune time is what gentrification has been to Brooklyn and its siblings...

"Aye yo miss, lemme get pork fried rice wit four chicken wings; fried hard and chopped up—ketchup, barbecue and hot sauce. Don't forget to put duck sauce in the bag! Last time you forgot!"

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.