In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.

Time and date of photographs: June 6, 2008, sunset.

Supposedly tomorrow’s going to be a thousand degrees.

But the bridge doesn’t care: It looks great in any weather!

Even though it hasn’t even arrived, we’re kind of dreading summer.

We say that about every season.

“I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where the roadway meets the land. We were convinced that the Bridge is the largest thing in the world. For a true enthusiast such as yourself, I strongly recommend a stroll across the span, and then a picnic lunch along the walking paths underneath. Disclaimer: individual results may vary; inebriants are recommended to enhance the forcefulness of the desired optical effects.”

– The Blind Architect, 2008.