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I am like a street photographer who has learned to take candid, unposed photos.

His final paragraphs urge readers to “flee the twee” and follow him south, toward the “Guyanese grills and Dominican bodegas” where “life is still lived unposed and uncurated and close to the bone.”

In this unposed scene, 13 faces are fully or partially visible in the crowded tableau.

Hence the mural’s dynamism, in which people dance, play the saxophone, check their phone, or stare ahead, seemingly unposed.

Did you catch me in all my natural, unposed… Wait.