7 posts tagged “buildings”
It's funny how living around famous landmarks changes the way spaces feel. At any given moment there are invisible lines stretching out towards the Chrysler Building and the Williamsburg Bridge and countless other recognizable structures. I get differing degrees of uneasiness and comfort depending on how far those lines get stretched or compressed as I move around town. It's different from growing up among mountains.
- L.
It's windy today, and when it's windy, the building creaks and shudders like a boat tied to an anchor. Maybe it's just the sounds, but I think I can feel the entire building twisting on its foundation, flexing the beams holding it together until they threaten to splinter apart.
I've had many conversations in the last few days where I've had to push people away to keep from getting into an argument with me. Since arguments have been the chief devices that I've used to assure my own continued survival since my landlord started fucking with me, I just don't have any interest in engaging in them at nonessential moments.
- L.
This is that same building, lit up at night like I had described earlier. I don't know how to take a better picture of it - this doesn't really capture what it is that I like about it. I understand that it's just some stupid building, and that buildings like this one go up all the time. There's just something about being underneath it at night, with the concrete pillars barely lined up (especially on the top floors, where it looks the whole thing is made out of wicker) that I really enjoy.
- L.
This is slowly coming together. At night, there are several hundred floodlamps that are turned on, lighting up the whole thing like the glowing ribcage of some sort of thermal vent-dwelling fish. It's frustrating. Every night I see it, the skin of the building covers up more light than the night before. Eventually, it's just going to be a building.
- L.
A couple nights ago - I was delivering some sort of crucial package to the leader of a race of underwater fish-men. Their entire underwater city was made from living members of their race. To help me on my journey I had been given a chart of the various stages of the species' development. The larvae were all doors within their city, the adolescents were light fixtures, and so on, through dozens of developmental stages. Only the most mature of the fish-men actually got the privilege of being autonomous entities.
- L.
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When I lived in Queens, I had the sense of L.I.C. as this sort of under-developed, low-key place, with the mixed industrial/residential sort of zoning that defines a place like Williamsburg without the aggressive fashion and smarm. All you see from Manhattan, though, are the highrises. From where I'm standing now, it looks like a goddamn beach resort.
- L.
