Cinja, a tall man with a ponytail and shaved sides, presses the hookswitch on a classic rotary dial payphone in a phone booth with a folding glass door. A quarter sits in the coin return, and a cult of the dead cow sticker is stuck on the outside of the glass door. Cinja dials 911, but there is no response on the other end of the line. The city lights reflect off low clouds overhead, and thumping baselines echo from nearby nightclubs. The falafel guy stands nearby, selling his delicious food.

taken in #downtown