Today, I was lost in the East Village. 1. I am almost never there. 2. As I walked by 2nd Ave and 7th Street. I noted the french fry shop… the chairs sitting outside and how small it was. I was on edge all morning. And then at 3:15 the exact place was engulfed in flames as an apparent gas explosion took out the building and the building next door. I was gone from the area by 1:00 am but my feeling of ‘unease’ lingered. A friend I was with, found me scattered, unsettled and later I asked myself if I felt ‘something’ as I walked by earlier. The fumes could be smelled all the way in the West Village in the early evening.