On a Morning Before the Whole World Changed
Broken people, 9/11 neighborhood…Ten years ago, for example, just yesterday really, I climbed up subway steps grimy with the soot of a million shoes before mine.
Photo by Deborah Julian / Fine Art Street Photos
Within the weave through which we’re all rippling and turning, those happy dropout days in the Sixties are nearly as fresh as smells rising up from the ocean and leaking into our apartment this morning.
The sleepless eye tracking everything calculates along the margins. Time accumulates on a razor sharp plane.
Cataloging the ramblings, dreams, repetitive meals, loves, losses and acres of words as distant memory is a convenience, the accepted method for keeping files in order, easy to access for future discussions and trials, comparing this thing to that without getting stuck in time, unconscious, but shuffling and reshuffling the deck in the search for meanings inside the web.
This goes on all the time.
All of the past is the same kind of raw material, make of it what you will.
Along the Street in My Neighborhood of Broken People
On John Street, sunbeams came through every break in the construction.
There was never much traffic on the awkward, narrow grid downtown. I jaywalked to the other side and started downhill toward Water Street.
My desk then, clunky Wintel clone and all, sat on cheap carpet in an energetic office on the tenth floor about half-way down the slope.
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Stack Work Advances While Answers Do Not
On June 17 and 18, HPD told the first meeting of the Roosevelt Island Steam Plant Demolition Community Advisory Group that smokestack demolition had no projected start date. Residents and the CAG would receive at least five business days’ advance notice once a date was set. Scaffolding around the stacks could not proceed until soil removal and backfill were complete and the area stabilized.
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