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We begin in an empty courtyard in the middle of what is called, on city signage, “the cultural district,” a Richard Florida-inspired project occupying roughly three-by-three blocks of the northwest section of downtown.

We are thirty-five people, each with an arm or two touching the person in front of us—

touch is never pure or innocent—⁸

our eyes closed, following a man named Carmen, a man with a cane who doesn’t see, through a city he visited for the first time two days earlier.

I’m near

the end

of the line.