Notes on Camp
So, in “edge of the volcano” real estate news, someone has built a luxury rental-only building in deep, deep Bushwick. Depth doesn’t really denote a lack of safety, just a lack of interesting, neighborhoody things (read: anything at all other than bombed out rowhouses and a Western Beef), and an intolerable L train commute. Maybe we’ll look back on this like 2006, when it...
And just like that, summer disappeared. (This would be a great Livejournal entry: I have subtext! I never have subtext!)