After college I moved to New York and was a messenger at The New Yorker. I spent most of my time carrying manuscripts around the city. I brought along a sketchbook and drew things—galleries, taxicabs, a fishmarket on Canal Street—then came back to the office late. In the evenings I sketched dance performances, or pick-up basketball games. I didn’t realize until halfway through the year that I was making a book. Everyone who comes to New York thinks they’re the first to discover it. In a way, that’s true, because they’re discovering it for themselves. This book is my journal of that year, and my first book.
