The old New York Pavilion in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, which has been allowed to rust and fall apart for 47 years, reminds me of the various Time Machine movies in which H.G. Wells, sitting in his time machine watching the years go by, sees Man’s great projects rise, prosper and then deteriorate over the centuries.
I half expect to see groups of Eloi lounging in the shade, passively waiting for the Morlocks to come and grab them for dinner. Dinner at which the Eloi are the main course.
You can do that anyway. Go down to the riverside areas, where the great docks and shipping areas that formerly employed thousands are now occupied by unheeding Eloi, lounging in the sun.
7/14/12