Our building stood there like the monolith that it is.
We were outside for 30 minutes about 2PM when the huge crane snapped down. We heard it. (We were at 8th and 55th. The crane snapped at 7th and and 57th). Adam asked me, “What was that?” I said, “A truck.”
It was like a snow day. Relaxing. Eating. Television. Etc.
From the news, it looks like the battery and other edges of
Manhattan sustained some
flooding. We were high and dry.
It never really got boring, but it never really got exciting either.
Face of a
apartment building fell off. I have been suggesting knocking down all these
cracked, rat infested tenements for years. If the fronts are so “pretty”, then
glue them to new behinds.
Our bath towels got moldy. Fuck these green detergents. I’m going back to phosphates.