I wish I could distance myself from this, but I can't. It's everywhere begging for the symbolism of it to be recognized, named, called what it is. A crying shame? Criminal? The likely conclusion? The slow motion accident?
|Spaces never leased.|
|Vultures and Herons gossip in the dry retention pond.|
|It's their's now.|
|In or out?|
|Getting out while the gettin's good?|
|128 empty lots since 2008 or 2009|
Now it belongs to the bank. The bank has chosen to let Nature be the caretaker.
Yeah, I could use some distance from this. But with the Congressional shenanigans doing nothing to help the 99% of us not sitting on piles of growing money, the corporate media's complicity and the ability of those in the high offices looking down upon Zucotti Park to descend in their marble elevators to waiting cars that purr, I mean purr, when you turn the key in the ignition, and drive away having zero contact with the little people, the impact we've felt so far will be fondly remembered as a feather light touch in days to come.
While those of us who continue to play by the rules because we're bereft of options and imagination and the gas and bail money to join The Revolution are wading into the muddy waters with stones in our pockets, those who made this mess and those who helped and those who refuse to acknowledge it and those who refuse to force some accountability on them all move further and further away into the distance.
Randal and his spooky noochies which aren't nearly as depressing.
UPDATED: Geoffrey takes us on a trip.