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...

Women wearing their "Sunday best", crowned with flamboyant hats engage in chit-chat while waiting for the Downtown B65. A mother drags reluctant children down the block to a storefront church. Stopped by a red light, a black Cadillac blares Gospel music as its driver belts out the lyrics, flawlessly hitting every note and key. Faithful members pack into a tiny brownstone church cozied between a Chinese restaurant and hair salon on Utica off of St. Marks.

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.