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Much has been written about Manhattan's ephemeral nature: a dry cleaner you haven't had time to retrieve clothes from closes shop, the nail place you go to is now a Chipotle, the tallest buildings in town disintegrate without notice. But even after 28 years in the city, I wasn't prepared for the sight of what looked like a giant rhinoceros horn obstructing my regular running route. (Ok, not regular.) Up close, I discovered it was the work of an artist who'd added a practical DR component. But how did he decide to place where he did? Or are his shiny interruptives cropping up all over town?
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