Astoria is bizarre
As I stared into the vast abyssal plain of my soul last night, contemplating exactly what’s wrong with me- and what motivation I might have for spending all my time hanging out in and photographing cemeteries lately- a sudden peal of cheerful music rose from the hidden backyards of these Matthews Model Flats here in moon kissed Astoria.
It drew me out, onto the fire escape. Then I came back in for my camera. Sorry for the shaky video, but this was so weird.
The whirring and buzzing sound in the second video is a guy on the next block working on his house.
The Newtown Pentacle 
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