Among ducks and mailbox keys: Where I find myself in Central Park

Published

New York City is ceaseless and beats at all hours. When I dream of something sacred to drown out the sensations, I go to the Central Park Reservoir — a place that feels like I am somewhere else — and someone else — for a moment.

Written by Layna Williams
Illustrated by Lauren Lee

This comic appeared in the Spring 2022 International Issue of The New School Free Press. Read more stories from the print issue here.

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