ChainlinkSteam billows from slick, rain soaked pavement. The city is a wash of grayscale, streaked with a yellow flash of cabs. It buzzes with the thrum of bodies charging up and down the block, emerging from subway stairs, revolving doors. speeding cars screech and stop. A slant of light stretches across a stone faade. You turn the corner and pass a bodega with a storefront covered in fresh flowers. Their bright scents rise against the metallic grit of