Posted in: World Events
Published on Dec 13, 2021 by Phyllis Chesler
My City Block at Night
There they stand, an earnest row of brownstones right opposite my Manhattan apartment house, exactly the view I had when I lived in Park Slope in Brooklyn. For the last few nights, I saw a single woman sitting at a desk in a well-lit, unshaded, top middle window, her head bent, just so. Edward Hopper might have painted her, another lonesome Christina, but in an urban setting; unknowable, silent. Hopper’s Americana at my very window.
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