Budget Crisis!
This surreal site is what I encountered as I walked home from a quick trip to the heart of the East Village. The site of these police officers atop these beautiful mares made me whip out my handy blackberry to snap this photo. I thought there was no way I would ever see such a site again, hence, my need to capture it for posterity sake. Well, lo and behold, little did I realize that this may be a routine sighting since I saw two such police officers just a few days ago.
The changing landscape of the city can be witnessed each time I go out to take care of whatever errand is on hand for the day. You can’t help but notice the number of shuttered businesses, the number of for lease signs in previously occupied spaces, each failed American Dream puncturing another hole into the pysche of this city.
I spoke to a friend in Los Angeles, who said that people there were going about their lives as business as usual, which didn’t surprise me since the only way to live there is to perpetually be shielded inside the bubble of your design. Such obliviousness is impossible here since lives are meant to careen into one another expectedly and unexpectedly.
As we ready to make a move, one that will take us uptown, a part of me is the tiniest bit relieved in knowing that our new abode will be more establishment and less cutting edge. I realize that living on the edge is all well and good when the city is flush and drunk with possibility, but trickier when it is teetering on the precipice of a free fall where the end is not within in any of out sights.
