June 1st 2018:
Today, I visited New York City Again. It surprises me how every single time I go to this wonderful city, I see much more and notice much more. Today, I paid special attention to the buildings. The steel, glass, and concrete giants looming over us, reminding us of our insignificance but also of our immense power.
New York City is very concentrated. Every square inch pulses with life and energy. Located on a small island in the Hudson River, it can only expand upwards to accommodate the swelling demand that comes hand in hand with fame, as well as the multitudes of tourists, corporations, businesses, and materialistic necessities that come with such a grand reputation. But the only way this city can prevent itself from bursting at the seams is to grow upwards. Higher, stronger, and more powerful. Threatening the Heavens. But when will this growth collapse on itself? When will it run out of space to grow?
New York City represents the immense power humans have over this planet. Not only are the buildings a technological feat in their own right, but this microcosm, perfectly tailored by our perfected machinery, erased all the natural features of the part of the planet it was built on. The land had to be evened out, the trees cut down, animals cleared out in order to put on this display of human excellence. We’ve engineered a small plot of land into an enormous machine, a giant, built by the dreams of human hope. Would we be able to control this monster that we have built? Does our dependency and pride in this city make us vulnerable? If the machine breaks, and the contents are released, what would happen to those so used to the functions, oscillations, and movements of the city? The city exists in it’s own little sphere of reality. If it pops, if the comforts of the machine are eliminated and the small sliver of this forced utopia finally vanished, what comfort would we have?
Despite the threat, it is hard not to marvel at the pure ingenuity of New York City. The trill, the feeling of being part of something bigger than yourself. The adrenaline of experiencing so many simultaneous events happening everywhere around you. The smells, the crowds, the sights of human progress and dreams; it is too difficult to resist. I am victim to the sweet promises and this city, which is why I keep on coming. I keep on coming to experience the magic: close to crumbling at the seams, but thriving nonetheless.