St. John’s Rotary Arc

I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT of the Rotary as being a turntable, a cartwheel, a bottleneck extension, a continuation and completion of the New Jersey Turnpike, a highway roundabout at the exit of the Holland Tunnel and the entrance to Manhattan, a place where cars continually turn and cross lanes in apprehension of changing directions as they enter New York coming from New Jersey a space polluted by exhaust fumes, a scene of incessant change, a hub, a place of rush hour glut, a place of disorientation (and permanent rotation) where, at various times of the day, the density of traffic screens the inner center of the Rotary enforcing the distinction between the inside and the outside of the space so that it seems to open and close with the traffic flow.

The gravel pit in the center of the traffic rotation is a blind spot bounded by asphalt—an enclosed void. a leftover. deserted isolated area a

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