A few months ago, the writer Jay Bulger started noticing something at St. Brigid, a small church that abuts his apartment: hundreds, then, a few weeks later, thousands, of migrants lining up every day. So he started asking them what they were waiting for. As it turned out: beds. More specifically: new beds. Over the summer, the Adams administration capped shelter stays for single, adult migrants at 30 days in an effort to push them out of the system entirely. And those who wished to try to get a bed at another shelter after those 30 days were up had to trek from wherever they were staying to the East Village to wait, often for weeks, to talk to someone at St. Brigid. The city’s efforts seemed to have done little more than turn these migrants’ lives into an endless, exhausting loop: shelter, line, shelter. Over the last month, Bulger and writer Paula Aceves interviewed dozens of queueing migrants in great detail about their lives in the city. Their accounts demonstrate the confusing, exhausting, and almost-impossible-to-endure state of the migrant experience in New York in 2024.