The White Knight
1998 – I was a middle school student at PS IS 187, a curious and imaginative 13-year-old navigating life in the Harlem River Park Towers. My home was in Building 20, Apartment 40E, a place nestled in what many would call "the Projects." Yet, to me, it offered something immeasurable: a priceless view of New York City, its glittering skyline stretching out like a living tapestry every morning. Even now, I can’t help but notice the significance of those numbers. The single-digit reduction of 2+4 equals 6, a number rich with meaning. The "E" in 40E always caught my eye too—its resemblance to a reversed 3 added an extra layer of fascination. Together, they made 9, a number that seemed to whisper its importance. These were my observations, small puzzles within the fabric of life. Then came the dream—a dream so vivid, it etched itself into my memory like a divine engraving. In this dream, I found myself in a building filled with chaos. People were running, crying, their fa...