vitally encrouched
Back to base.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Having decided it was time to head home, one nevertheless diverted his path over to Queens Blvd. to gather just a few more shots of the elevated tracks of the 7. This is at the western corner of Van Dam Street, which I can now describe to you as enjoying a major rat infestation. While approaching this spot, several large banks of clustered shadow along the sidewalk began to disassemble and scatter into hidey holes. Not sure why this particular spot is so attractive to mammalian scavengers, but it is, so there you are. Maybe there’s a cheese monger in the old Swingline Stapler building.
The 7 line runs fairly frequently, so it was decided to set myself up again at another nearby point of view and wait for a train set to appear.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
What I wanted from the shot above was the light streak and ambience offered by the passing subway train, with the intention that it would provide a bit of illumination for the factory windows as well as providing some separation from the night sky. The temperature had been dropping the entire time I’d been out – lurking in fear down Northern Blvd., then shadowing in Queens Plaza, and scuttling towards Skillman Avenue. By the time these shots were gathered, gloves had been donned and my sweatshirt hood raised, and the filthy black raincoat buttoned.
As a note, I’m particularly fond of this year’s hoodie sweatshirt. The hood completely encloses my head, and all you can see of my face is the tip of the nose and a wisp of gray beard. The hood is large enough to to hook over the bill of my too tight baseball cap, too. I really look menacing, crazy, and kind of scary when it’s all done up. Win.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One last shot upon crossing Northern Blvd. and back up the hill into Astoria, of a Major Auto World Garage which won’t be there too much longer. There’s going to be a large footprint, and architecturally banal, apartment house rising in this spot before long.
It’s fair to say that nearly everything you’ve seen in this series of posts won’t be there too much longer, and that it all will be replaced by large footprint and architecturally banal apartment houses.
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Why does anyone really believe that increasing the city population to such a density that it would be impossible for anyone not of our political, top shelf bureaucratic and upper elite classes to own a private automobile? What are we really shooting for in terms of population size, this plan to create a human sardine can lifestyle where the crowding would be too much for public transportation and one is forced to walk everywhere. Is it going to be 10, 15, 20 million souls all stacked on top of one another or more? How many human beings can dance on the head of a pin?
Did our omniscient overlord planners consider how sanitary this would be or do they simply not care? Or perhaps prefer a few less useless eaters in the world as to better enjoy the low-tech socialist version of the Shire populated by only a relative handful of the beautiful people they seem to want.
As our Humble Narrator would appear dismayed at what he currently sees I should genially remind him that in support of the grand progressive enterprise, one must accept all dogmas and canon in its entirety. One does not get to pick ala carte in progressivism. This ain’t a buffet, sport.
But nobody listen to me or allow my unbeliever doubts and naysaying to shake your faith as I am but a curmdgeonly contrarian, a deplorable. Keep believing it will all work out and utopia is just a few more cyclopean apartment blocks away. The plan is perfect and everything is under control. Your betters know best. Keep the faith.
Somewhat off topic here but hey! Did you hear about this new coronavirus?
Donald Cavaioli
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January 24, 2020 at 1:25 pm