January 15, 2009
A lyrical bit
A few people walked the edge of the pond and from the quiet cold and empty space I felt a sense of past grandeur, of bustling activity in grand public spaces, of the social wandering that the Park was designed for. Women in skirts, perambulators, boys with sailboats, parasols, peanut carts, a city fired by the new technology of steam or the elevator, the skeletons of the first skyscrapers rising to form something for which there wasn’t yet a term: skyline. A collective sense of wonder. The word Progress. Looking-ahead.
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