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.

Brooklyn be that borough! Call it what you will: B-Town, BuckTown—Brooklyn Zoo; the Borough of Kings, but call it correct! Brooklyn be known for that "ra-ra" and liveness! However, if we keepin' gully, there's a lot of gritty and ugly things about this borough; but it's home and be poppin'! You just gotta learn to navi yo' way around!

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

"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.