NY - Nov 01 ( b)
 

Blue figures. Brown figures. A car in the rainy night, or a misty New York morning, appearing in the greyness like a Flying Dutchman. At first I seem to see: brownstone houses. And I think that their bricks, their stairs leading up to the front door cannot be deciphered in the night. But they are cars, trucks, buses, all in a row, in a traffic jam. Are we crossing Brooklyn Bridge? The oncoming traffic facing me, facing the blue walkers.
In the background, rising from the rainy mist, the skyscrapers of Manhattan.
We must be approaching it from Queens, from far-off Long Island suburbs even.
 
 
 

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