SCENIC VIEW ACROSS GOWANUS CANAL

Amanda tells me those are condos over there. Like I believe her. The interesting thing about this scene, which you can't see, is that someone has created a little park on the edge of the canal (I'm sitting on one of its benches) (not literally this moment, I mean, I'm sitting at Sue's house right now listening to her infernal wind chimes--they're so loud and insistent, they've set up a drumbeat in my head that I can't ignore, I can't, I can't--okay, where was I? Oh yeah, I meant to say I was sitting on that bench on Saturday. Okay, let's continue, shall we?) with nothing to be seen except this pile of old factories, the elevated train tracks, and a huge scrap heap with monster-like cranes tossing giant prickly mouthfuls of scrap at each other (see Amanda's sketch if you don't believe me.) So I guess the park-builder's hope was that people would wander down here and spend an hour or so contemplating how man* has made a huge mess of the planet, and if so, I commend him or her.

*and you gals too, with your tupperware parties and whatnot

Comments

[Dr. Research]

The Venice of Brooklyn. Such strange ways they have of twisting the truth, though Brooklynese. The upside, though, is that if you get in now, you can probably get one of thos condos for only $2 million. I have that on good authority, as I am the father of the woman who just wrote the definitive cheapskate hipster's guide to Brooklyn for Budget Travel Magazine.

And don't you be dissing Sue's chimes. They're the sirens of Scott's Creek, calling sailors near and far.

[Mattias Adolfsson]

Wonderful sketch is it possible to se it larger?

[Wally Torta]

It certainly is, Mattias. Just click on the little box with the protruding arrow at the end of my copy.