I walk along the sidewalk next to Central Park, a straight line from 59th street Columbus Circle to 110th street. I don't bother with Columbus Circle anymore; circles, cycles, and going around and around, seeing the same old boring statue bore me. I take the straight path, in between the chaos of the road with cars zipping past, and to the right the park, no, the forest. The air is a mix of exhaust and fresh oxygen. I travel alongside Central Park through those different neighborhoods, the differences marked by the buildings and the smells. The shops change, the chatter changes languages and rhythm. The people change, in spirit most of all. From Downtown to Uptown, I walk a straight line, moving forward, always.