Queensboro Bridge
Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. - Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
It’s a one bedroom one bath apartment. But there’s a dining alcove as you enter. A junior 4 in the language of New York City apartments.
In a recurring dream we discover new space in the apartment. Sometimes it is hidden--behind a false wall, through a passage in the closet. Sometimes it seems perfectly logical that we’d just never walked down this bright hallway before and opened the doors to its light and airy bedrooms.
But outside the apartment windows is the city.
A few blocks away the great cantilever of the Queensboro Bridge spans the East River and fills our imagination.
