well folks,
tonight it really is the end of the world.
i sit here perched on the 19th floor, looking out on a city extinguished by fog, disappeared in a blanket that has the bridges and buildings out like night.
i see through windows across the street, into apartments that are always illuminated but never inhabited. i hope for some sudden display of life, a twirl of movement across the window, the unmistakable hue of flesh. but no one lives there. or there. or in any of the two hundred windows i see.
night skies in london are an unhealthy green or orange, in vienna they are gray.
the faded purple of new york night.
living at the top of the world in a glass palace, isolation indeed.
ah, the joys of house-sitting.
Comments for “foggy bottom” :
Oh, you make it sound lovely. But where IS everyone? Why is New York empty?
I’m not sure what colour the Berlin night is. But the lifeless windows are definitely a thing.
BiB | Homepage | 27 11 2007 at 1:06 am
weeell, i suppose it depends if you’re rational, in which case it is likely that past 9pm people just don’t hang out in front of their windows a whole lot, ooor one might posit that with night and fog everyone is cut off from the world, isolated into his or her own empty desolate city. which is pretty much how it feels.
i guess it’s a matter of seeing the city as half full or half empty.
bering | Homepage | 27 11 2007 at 7:12 pm
In Edinburgh the skies are black…pitch black but rarely have stars (which is strange). The faded purple of a New York night (lovely line btw) sounds quite magical…
helena | Homepage | 04 12 2007 at 7:23 am
yeah. it has to do with Edinburgh being so far up North the light from the stars can’t reach you or something. I think i read an article about that in Scientific American…
bering | Homepage | 04 12 2007 at 8:42 am