(May 10) The point of my trip out on May 10th was to see the de-fence Project. I got there too late in terms of lighting, but it got torn down the next day. Where I live, the landlord has put in dangerous illegal apartments the city knows about and has done nothing about, but put up some art without a permit, and the state takes immediate action.
This was a surprise. A carousel inside a storefront.
When I reached the end, the end was near for de-fence.
(May 10) I went back to DUMBO.
This building happens to be owned by the MTA itself, and long ago became a symbol of the agency’s FAIL syndrome.
Everyone knows sneakers grow on bridges, not trees.
Grimaldi’s, one of our famed pizza places with a line around the block.
Another thinking tour. My return to the Brooklyn Bridge. Didn’t come up with any good ideas.
This journey began in Chinatown, on Canal St.
While talking to Tony, I ran into this metaphor for our financial system
Sushi, Blimpie, Pizza, and Pasta. Ohhhh kay!
Thanks to the Empire State Building, it’s a little different every time I’m here.
I wandered back down Smith St., past this illusion
And then along Carroll, back to pseudoreal headquarters.
Monday. Back out to Port Jeff, then Back to Brooklyn, and then…
The last trip of a long day begins.
She’s the queen of the apartment.
Although the fares haven’t gone up yet, the subway is already too expensive. I predict walking is going to be on the rise.
Someone was in too much of a hurry though.
I decided to walk from the Financial District to the West Village to save $2
But I suddenly found myself at the library with only these.