...Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
 As apparitional as sails that cross
 Some page of figures to be filed away;
 --Till elevators drop us from our day . . .

 I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
 With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene
 Never disclosed, but hastened to again,
 Foretold to other eyes on the same screen...

                                      Hart Crane

Brooklyn Bridge Boardwalk Bike Path