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August 17, 2007
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Gowanus, Brooklyn
Last night I dreamed that Alexis and I went to a (nonexistent) bar in Tribeca to see some of his friends and watch some sort of theater art. It was late and he disappeared to talk with someone. I wandered through the building looking for him, then decided to take a walk out on the street. When I opened the door, I realized that it wasn't that late at all- perhaps only about seven-thirty in the evening, with the light just beginning to turn to dusk.
I rounded the corner near the Holland Tunnel, except there was no tunnel, it having been replaced by a giant modern bridge made of whites, light metals and glass, that looked as though it had been built by Richard Meier. At the time, however, I didn't realize it was a bridge, and thinking that it was some sort of cultural arts center attached to the bar, I stepped onto a wide moving platform (like a moving sidewalk at the airport) with a whole bunch of other people. It had been rolling very slowly, but suddenly it whizzed into gear, and I went to grab onto the guard rails only to discover that there were none- only about one-foot sidewalls.
Our moving sidewalk/bridge shot out of the interior waiting area at about forty miles an hour. I grasped the edges of the pavement with my hands, my body flattened against the ground, desperately trying to hold on. The sky was all around us, water below, and I realized that I was on a bridge that was taking me out of New York. I clung for about five minutes until it finally slowed to a stop at a station. When I got off and walked to the main street, a giant sign announced that I was in New Haven, CT. Completely relieved that I had survived the accidental trip, I took a deep breath and then remembered that I had to get back to Manhattan. And of course, the only viable route was to take the same damn bridge back over again.
(No, we're not leaving NYC.)
Posted by callalillie at August 17, 2007 6:53 AM | Introspect
, Random
I too am very interested in abandoned houses. I do quite a bit of sketches, and I find that that is the thing that I draw the most. My friends live near an old abandoned farm house, they say that they have been in it, and I hope to explore it some day too. You have some pretty good shots on your site.
-WIll
Posted by: Will at August 19, 2007 7:21 PM
