One morning I meet my friend in Times Square, we walk to Worldwide Plaza. It is empty, just like the last two times I have been there. I take photos of the chairs, see if they have moved.
Most POPS have minimum requirements for amenities - "172 movable chairs." Some POPS have bolted their chairs to the floor.
Some POPS have chairs which used to be bolted to the floor.
Once I arrived at Worldwide Plaza on 8th Avenue for the third time, everything was different.
I tried combining the images I had in an autographic visualization to show how this disparity between the public/private information could be displayed as the disparity between when a space is in use or not.
I can't quite grasp what it is that haunts me; the rules, the breaking of the rules, the abstract idea of "public", the land that is given to developers in exchange for commodifying public space, the surveillance? I continue attending my classes in Columbia, confronted by the tap of my ID every time I enter 116th Street, a public street which has turned private this year.