Friday, March 10, 2017

Different Times

Walking home from work down Fulton Mall, I see that Brooklyn isn't just one city. It's multiple cities, from different times, all superimposed and jostling up against each other. This shoe shop is from the '80s, but the Starbucks is straight up 2000s, and the wholesale dress store is from the '60s maybe.

The clocktower over by the new stadium stands cheek-by-jowl with a new glass and steel apartment building and a brick church, each of them living in their own universes, resolutely ignoring the others, in uneasy detente with the present.
One year ago: Uncharitable Charity
Two years ago: I Might Have Felt Guilty If It Wasn't Raining
Three years ago: Reincarnintersection
Four years ago: Saving Daylight, Burning Midnight Oil

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