I See You (Hells Kitchen, Manhattan)

It looks like some clever wag glued eyes to a granite post supporting a bridge over the far West Side train tracks on 37th Street. You never know who (or what) is watching you these days.

Shreddable Society (Hells Kitchen, Manhattan)

A chapter of the AARP held a "Shred Fest" for 3 hours on 43rd Street, and the line went down the block. I'm trying to figure out what this says about society. That the fear of identify theft has reached epidemic proportions? If so, people could shred their credit card and bank statements using personal-sized shredders at home. So are people too lazy to do it? Or too cheap to buy the shredders? Or do they keep jamming, like mine used to do? There's something poignant about seeing so many people sharing the same moment--all equally inundated with boxes and cans and laundry bags of paper, all equally fearful it might fall into the wrong hands.