The view from the back yard.

Been watching buildings rise so long I forgot what a neighborhood was supposed to look like. For some reason — probably the abundance of buildings conveniently leveled years before — my corner of Bushwick is experiencing a construction boom. My little sliver view of Manhattan is gone (but then, so is the view of the ugly Verizon office and the projects in the distance). My back yard will soon be towered over by neighbors after having been private for so long. The cement trucks have been rumbling down my street for months. All this turning of earth has sent a biblical plague of rats and mice into the house, with which we are now in the throes of battle. Now that it’s warm and sunny, the roof tar smell is especially strong.

I take consolation in the fact that this is all happening at once and once it’s done, it’s done. Then the rats can be East New York’s problem.