On the George Washington Bridge Project
24Aug08
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the GWB.
July is the new August, and August is the new September.
Sometimes even the bridge seems small and far away under the tumult of the sky; once crushed with regret and longing, we are inspired by its patience.
–The Gay Recluse
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