We walked the perimeter of the park, down Chrystie Street to Delancey and then, not wanting to find a stage too far south, turned up Forsyth, where we found Grasping Straws looking for us. We set up a stage by picking a park bench on Chrystie and taping the MMNY banner to the fence of the soccer field. We played songs. All of us did. We couldn't be stopped. A one year old toddler watched me, fascinated, for about two minutes. Everything else was a blur. Later I went to Queens and the light was surprisingly soft and the world felt merciful and calm. Even though it isn't. But you know that.