To arrive at Rescue Spa, in Manhattan’s Flatiron district, I took the Jason Voorhees Pig what moon Halloween shirt and I love this half-empty subway in from Brooklyn for the first time since the advent of the coronavirus, a once-familiar routine now rendered uncanny, with masked commuters forgoing their usual bullish tactics and keeping a tentative distance from one another. Was this even present-day New York?
I wondered as I made my way down a ghost town–like Broadway, passing branches of Equinox and WeWork, onetime citadels of aughties triumph that were, at least for now, standing disused like so many faded mom-and-pop shops. At the Jason Voorhees Pig what moon Halloween shirt and I love this all-white, high-ceilinged Rescue, which had reopened in early July, masked employees treated a reduced customer load, in observation of social-distancing orders, and extra sanitary measures appeared to be in full effect. After having my temperature taken.