I realize I have moved from one of the most walkable cities to a city that is more of a driving city. Walking is an important way of seeing a space. Walking in DUMBO under the Brooklyn Bridge you really think about the structure of the bridge and what it is bridging. It is a link from Manhattan to Brooklyn. A place for people to run, walk congregate, and marvel at New York City. Sometimes while on the bridge I thought about the lives lost in making the structure. The human bodies that were now actually a part of the the bridge. It's a morbid thought. We speak of financial and educational hubs in a city, but bridges and infrastructure seems equality important in considering and studying urban spaces. I have a mugs from Fishs Eddy called 'Bridge and Tunnel' and every time I look at them I remember the droves of people coming from Jersey and the Outer Boroughs to the City to work. I think about what would happen without these structures. Who would work in Manhattan? Just people rich enough to afford the $5,000- 50,000 monthly charges for rent in the city? I'm not sure if this is what I am supposed to say in this journal, these thoughts are often passing and very trivial, but this is what came to mind so I wrote it.

Change....Seems to me the only thing one can truly expect to expect in an urban space is change. I am coming back to Ohio and Ohio State after a number of years away. I don't know where anything is and nothing looks the same. I wonder if this Sol LeWitt piece is still up on campus? I wonder if it is still under construction? Part of me felt that Columbus was one of those places that never changed, but I was wrong. I have yet to tap into the spirit of this city and I feel like I am sitting in an ivory tower reading about it instead of living, but I imagine this too shall change.

We've had two classes and this is my second journal. I'm not sure what I should be retaining. I'm enjoying the readings. I enjoyed the papers that included artist reflections on their cities. I often romanticize my spaces, and imagine that they are living entities from which I can learn and grow. Perhaps this is not the outlook I need in this course of study. Perhaps

Reflecting on Brooklyn...I have known a few urban spaces in my life, but New York City was my home for the past seven years.
This photograph, a part of my collection project is from the roof of my Brooklyn apartment. City views are so desired in Brooklyn, but I enjoyed Brooklyn so much more. Brooklyn had so many varied neighborhoods that truly identified ones socioeconomic status upon mention. For example, "oh I live in Williamsburg" meant that either than person was a twenty-something hipster whose parents were paying for their New York adventure, or they lived near Bushwick in a roach infested space with five other roomates. I lived in Bed-Stuy, home of the Marcy Projects, Biggie, Jay-Z, Nas and me. I lived in Clinton Hill too, home to Pratt Institute, adjacent to Fort Greene and an old haunt of Walt Whitman. I used to walk around Fort Greene park and image revolutionary war cannons or Walt Whitman walking around being inspired to write. It is a place where ideas can come to you out of nowhere as if you are quelling from the collective unconscious of the city. There is really nowhere like it.