Notes from the Garden
On the Knicks, the cameras above the cameras, and what gets filed when nobody's looking.
The thing about Madison Square Garden is that the cameras are watching the cameras.
You walk in expecting basketball and you get something closer to a surveillance archive that occasionally produces a fast break. Brunson is somewhere in there, and so is Dolan, and so is whoever else. The footage exists before the game does.
What the room remembers
The footnotes were always going to disagree with the body text. That was the point. Two timelines running parallel, one of them faster than the other, both of them claiming to be the official record.
The machine is dependent on someone, somewhere, having pressed record.
That’s the whole essay, really. Everything else is just the apparatus.