prospect park, brooklyn, nyc
::august 2004, after a wonderful evening, I had to return from cole valley {realestate term for lower haight} to oakland. I love taking the n-judah + hearing the speakers say, "inbound n-judah" in the underground stations below market st. makes me smile, as I think of the film alphaville. it's chilly in sf in august. a cold fog was blowing in from ucsf. I hopped on the n-judah to get to bart. to confound any possible assassins {my dad's excuse for always taking different routes going places}, I got off at...civic center, powell, montgomery, embarcadero...embarcadero. I go up to switch to bart. in those days, I just needed any train not going frémont or dublin/pleasanton, since the rest went through my stop-macarthur. in the transbay tube, you pick up speed. maybe up to 70mph. when one emerges in west oakland at night + it's clear, it's like scifi. the cranes at the cargo terminals are lit up + you can see the stars littering the sky. there could also be a 10ºF temp. differential, which I find is an odd reason why I love california in the summer.
::oct. 2004, dec. 2006, I'm not a fan of the jmz. it reminds me of long walks on hot days or cold nights/mornings + going up countless steps hoping the metrocardreader is working. I was reminded recently of its redeeming glory. that view when one emerges from manhattan on the williamsburg bridge. no, you're not going 70. it's like an old man well past 70--with a walker, ambling along, but the view of the east river, the bridges, + the lights below make me happy
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