12th
i am really missing manhattan today. the attached picture is actually not of manhattan, but capetown. same difference. okay, not really, but it’s pretty and i want to visit in the next few years.
i keep telling myself i love brooklyn as much as manhattan, if not more, but that is such a lie. it’s like in Sex and the City when miranda complains about BK and nurturing charlotte says, “i was reading in ny magazine that brooklyn is the new manhattan,” and miranda counters “whoever wrote that obviously lives in brooklyn.”
i probably wouldn’t feel this way if i actually worked in manhattan. oh wait, i technically do. i am perched atop ground zero. literally. i swivel 90-degrees in my chair and i see T-rex cranes and a great big crater.
there is no charm. no history. i mean, there is and there isn’t. history was destroyed and i can’t see the pretty church’s from here. and there sure as hell aren’t any trees or charming boutiques and cafes. it just doesn’t FEEL like manhattan. my home hood is gritty and ghetto and my work hood is a hole in the ground.
then again, what IS manhattan anymore? i wrote a post a while back about the gentrif-erosion of this great borough, and i guess i still feel that way. maybe it’s good that i don’t live in the real manhattan. too many memories. it would only make me sad.
