There’s a sinkhole under the intersection of Eighth and Eighth, near us. It caused the street to dimple like a thick liquid pouring down a funnel, and the tar formed into a point that broke off down there somewhere. Now there’s a hole, right in the crosswalk. You could put your foot in, God knows what would happen next. The City put up a cone, in the hopes that cars will stay away I guess. We walk past it every day, me and Jackie. The little gap that wants to take us all into the underworld.