I'm learning that the modern conveniences of real city living aren't as predictable and stable as they seem. My building has been without water for 2 days now. For the average New Yorker this is akin to living in the country. The photo above displays the culprit of the situation - a broken water main that has turned into some type of dispute between the City of New York and the utility company. We don't know the whole story, but it has turned our lives into a sort of urban camping. This morning I took my pre-work shower in the sink of Doma - the Italian coffeeshop across the street, last night my bedtime bathroom routine at Extra Virgin - the wine bar next door. I more or less brushed my teeth with red wine.
And of course, I can't help but revel in the contradictory nature of it all. It's only 2 days - not a big deal when mindful of the condition of the world's water supply. But considering the exorbitant financial sacrifices one makes to live and work in hyper-urbanized Manhattan (every penny worth it), living without a toilet, shower, drinking water, etc. is enjoyably absurd.
If this situation continues through the weekend, some neighbors and I are considering hitting the Central Park lagoon with camp suds. Could be fun.
2 comments:
your perspective is fantastic. turn on some "Bird sounds" and dig out those old glow-in-the-dark stars.
ahhhh. nothing like glow in the dark stars.........
i walked through a park in brooklyn a few nights ago where an artist had an installation of sound boxes in the trees playing chirping birds. so strange to be in a pitch dark park with what seemed like thousands of birds chirping.
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