I'm constantly exploring the city and observing how others are doing so, too. At a free poetry slam at the Lyric a couple of weeks ago, it was pretty much a blacks-only affair. At Everyman Theatre the other night, a one-woman play that tells the coming-of-age story of a black girl whose striving and activist family lived in Queens, New York, and in Nigeria, was mostly a whites-only affair. I have no explanation for either, but it seems that people aren't taking even minimal risks to venture into subjects or spaces that they've prejudged as unwelcoming to their kind. More of us should throw caution to the wind and conjure the spirit of ancient mariners.