While the journey between home and dumbo seems more like a navigation of nether space (one enters the subway portal and is spit out the other end) the experience of all of a sudden walking up into a different landscape always seems like a significant one. It means ill take my lunch in one of a few select places. It means ill drink my water from a filtered water supply as opposed to my tap. Perhaps when i can start riding my bike again this transitionary period will seem less like a border and more like a time extension. Who knows.
Experience of this border
Location of border
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306 Classon Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11205, USA