On the City Pattern Project: May 3, 2008
In which The Gay Recluse is small.
Time/Location of Pictures: 35th Street between Madison and Fifth Avenue, some night last week.
It’s not exactly a revelation to say that the city is filled with infinite borders, many of which are strictly maintained.
But there’s something comforting in the utility of a nicely designed fence.
As we walk past we trail our hand along, hitting each bar the way we used to do as a child.
Even now — when we are old enough to know better — we are sometimes hypnotized by the illusion of possibility.
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