I took a long walk down the island the other night. Some of the different opinions about the meaning of this place in my head. Wondering what my own were. The romance I'm prone to, blunted by labor. I still feel some of the magic as below in the great Walt Whitman poem, who walked here too:
But there seems to be only the ghosts of a once vibrant and interconnected fabric of humanity. As I walked through Chelsea I could squint, imagine, and strain to hear the working people hustling about involved in all manner of industry and trade. The skeletons of old buildings whispering about their old inhabitants. Which I sense they missed. Replaced now by a constricted, narrow slice of american class and culture.
I wonder if the jewel american cities are what they once were. Now that the extreme divide between rich and poor relegates these places to well manicured aquariums for the ultra rich. Which it's servants pour in an out of. There may have been periods of resurgent cool. On the up and down swing of the flight of the rich to the suburbs in the middle parts of the last century. New York was funky and punk as f@ck for periods in between those swings.
But the rich have demanded back their perches in the urban center. Having realized it's natural topographic lifestyle is appealing.
There's no fighting this, just like you don't fight the tide. And I don't resent people their success. It's just that this new found cleanliness in New York, don't get me wrong, millions of people close together make some inevitable stink, also has a homogenization effect.
Instead of interesting people of all sorts on the lower part of my walk. The disruption of my romantic visage was punctuated by groups of cackling, vapid, bleh, bleh of yuppies at play in their overly cultivated and infantile cool. Replete with bearded bar tenders making $30 cocktails. Which are probably f'n amazing.
The only other people were the immigrants closing down, not their shops, but their minimum wage jobs at corporate chains. Before they take the trains back to the outer boroughs.
The current state of affairs in these highly desirable urban centers, which happen, to accommodate my preferences for walking, training, and an otherwise people coral reef existence, is something I may have to rethink. I've never longed to rub shoulders with the top 1% of 1% of america.