Visual Archive // In Search of the River King.
As of late, I’ve been walking east.
The old Smallpox Hospital on Roosevelt Island is being reclaimed in real time. A few miles away, the Pepsi-Cola sign glows with religious confidence. An artifact from another century that somehow survived the future.
Between them: glass towers, strange sculptures, and fenced-off gardens.
I’ve been thinking about a dark fairytale set along the East River. Not a monster story, really. More like a story about a god that the city forgot to stop believing in.
The kind of being that lives beneath ferry routes and seawalls. Ancient enough to remember marshland. Patient enough to wait out real estate cycles.
Perhaps it keeps watch over abandoned hospitals. Perhaps it loves neon. Perhaps it has developed an affection for the people who build their lives above its kingdom.
For now, these are just scouting notes. The river speaks.