deeply eerie moment

[rm]

As ever, it's the weekend in Loisada and folks are stoop sitting and hanging out by the liquor store and barber shop and blasting music. It's been gospel most of the morning, which is a little unusual, but unsurprsing and pleasant enough, but right now, it's the music from the beginning of Gangs of New York during the procession through the tunnels where the Dead Rabbits live.

You just -- *guh* -- you know... this is just one of those, you have _no_ idea what New York does to me moments.