En route: Boston to NYC


From the Fung Wah Bus,  there is a moment when Manhattan presents itself as the backdrop to another, very different type of city.  The road swings past a clearing, and a sea of tombstones and monuments washes over (becomes) the immediate landscape.  From this vantage point, the memorials and the buildings blur together, uninterrupted.  For an instant, the city of the living and the city of the dead are one.  Maybe it’s a narrative on the continuity of cities – of life and growth, death and decay, memory and rebirth.  And maybe it’s an accurate portrait of the layers of existing cities.  Regardless, the juxtaposition serves as a reminder that I am heading into a very old, established, yet changing city.  An ideal place for precedent studies and new architecture…


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