My group therapy takes place in the northwest quadrant of the district, and I make it to the building after roughly 40 minutes of travel on the metro followed by 15 minutes of walking. Along the way you can encounter receptive squirrels and birds who will eat whatever you give them, probably. The homeless sleep in the alleys or on the grass. The other day one of them yelled, “Shut up faggot you aren’t helpin.” Between the buildings and wide sidewalks and pedestrians the roads filter vehicles and expensive bikes and scooters. Commuters and tourists and college students–the ambitious and average and ambivalent–shuffle across one or two way streets. I don’t know how I feel about the place.