In rapidly changing New York neighborhoods, converted warehouses are easy to spot. One only needs to look up to find them.   New windows on top floors give them away, their shiny white sills carefully sealed for best insulation. By now the story of these warehouses is a familiar one.

Welcome to Ridgewick
Matt Levy

With all the never-ending hoopla about neighborhood name recognition and boundary disputes (holla! to all the people who live in Morgantown / Bushburg!) in our beloved Brooklyn and other boroughs, it's refreshing and reassuring to know that this sort of territoriality about who-lives- where has been with us for well over 200 years.

To invoke the different kind of getting-forward: high above the street and passing through windows, a pope down the promenade of a cathedral, no incenser but its own vibrating noise.

Kind as a gentle map of the veins, where they are meant to be and where they actually are, how that rhythm dictates the specific path the silver beast makes. Worrying the cornices of crumbling brick when the train slows on the track, of the huge old bank building advertising karate lessons on a flapping banner, the scuffed metal dome an illusion for the glorification of martial arts.

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