Urban Intervention vid from Sriya Sarkar on Vimeo
Today has been a complete mess. I get off the subway at Union Square and call a friend.
Some prick stole my purse and now I have no money, no identification, and no metrocard.
I have no means of getting home and no way to buy food. I hate this cruel world; there are
too many assholes out there. My friend is being anything but helpful and is just making me more stressed.
What good are friends if they can't help you? Prancing around the corner of Broadway and 14th street
in circles, I start to raise my voice for the panic button has been pressed. What the hell do I do?
I must've spent twenty minutes running around in circles but only now do I see a poster stuck
to the wall of a building at this corner. Has it been here the entire time? It reads "Tell us a story
of where you're from." There are also pens and post-its. Some passer bys have already told their stories.
I hang up the phone and write "I ride the train every morning and every day something happens and
they wanna... (I can't read my own handwriting) the fake blondie." At least some random person was kind
enough to listen. I smile and walk away. Maybe the world isn't full of assholes after all...