I think Nat Hentof was the last real writer of substance. It has long since been an advertising circular. Maybe there just isn't the readership it needs anymore. Anyway, the 'Village' doesn't really mean the Village anymore either if you think about it. Lately I've started to get the sensation of being invisible myself when on the street, like that old Star Trek episode where there are aliens living at a different speed than the earthlings, I'm living in a different dimension and have become intangible to the critters who now populate the territory -one dimensional people who wear advertisements and consume the image of NY without actually living it. Like CBGB's which is now just a ubiquitous t-shirt worn by types of people who would never have gone to the actual place. Your own cultural proclivities haven't become history, but a kind of residue, a dust of spin-off products. The Village is a kind of archeological site whose cultural remnants are excavated as logos. But hey, Pat Fields has a new store on the Bowery. That's the kind of indifference to collapse I like.