i like to see how far i can go. first the water, then the highway. next i’ll cross it. or, down six miles of sidewalk ribboning between shiny sharp buildings. 746 people, 39 bodegas and 5 rats along the way. there’s a girl who does the same thing—only it’s her local theme park and a spinning teacup. around and around and around and around she likes to go. always after five too, because once the sun sets, at that speed, the carnival lights begin to look like they’re dripping. then there’s the man who drives the…