October 5, 2007

Friday evening in DUMBO.

We were down under the Manhattan Bridge overpass tonight, getting something to eat at SuperFine...


... walking on that deserted backstreet with the Twilight Zonish place where they're storing the carousel...


... then looking for the way back home...



angie said...

Walking Distance:

"A middle-aged man, Martin Sloane, is driving cross-country when he stops his car. He walks toward his hometown, which appears exactly as it was when he was a boy. He sees himself as a boy, and following him home, meets his parents. Trying to convince his parents that he is their son from the future, he succeeds only in proving his insanity. Martin tries to warn his younger self to enjoy his childhood before it is too late, but his advances scare young Martin, who falls off the merry-go-round and injures his leg.

"Finally, his father confronts him. Having seen the papers in Martin's wallet and now believing him to be who he says he is, he tells him to return to his own time. Martin finds himself back in his own time, walking with a new limp.

Martin Sloan, … successful in most things but not in the one effort that all men try at some time in their lives—trying to go home again…"

The Twilight Zone

Trooper York said...

I have often walked
Down the street before,
But the pavement always
Stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am i
Several stories high,
Knowing Im on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, its just on the street where you live.

And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear.

People stop and stare
They dont bother me,
For theres no where else on earth
That I would rather be.

Let the time go by,
I wont care if i
Can be here on the street where you live.

(alan lerner, frederick loewe)

P. Rich said...

Do you carry a gun?