I remember walking the lower east side in the early eighties, traversing Soho and grabbing a crosstown to the Bowery district, hanging with one of my best friends, I was due to hang at a *real* gay club. Something I remember, beyond the music and flash and attitude- was these funky outlines of bodies spray painted on walls and sidewalks of where we traversed.

A semi-indelible mark on concrete.

Permanence in my mind.