The man behind the glass: Alexander D. Santiago reading at Aum Shanti. Anna Conkling
Every neighborhood in New York City has something that makes it special—its claim to fame, that certain “something.” For the West Village and parts of the East Village, that something might be mystical readers. It seems as though on nearly every corner throughout the two Villages, tiny storefront signs read “psychic” or “tarot reader,” and they always seem to be open. While walking these streets, I have often thought, “There’s no way all of these psychics are for real.” It’s usually around this time that I hear
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