Gowanus Lounge thinks that Ariella Cohen’s piece this week in the Brooklyn Papers about the Revere Sugar Plant is pure poetry. I agree. Kudos to Ariella Cohen for such evocative writing. Photo by Soupflowers.

At the Revere Sugar refinery on the new gold coast of
Red Hook, the high ceiling is a silver dome over the South Brooklyn
waterfront. Look past the tree growing in that window and see how the
Statue of Liberty shines on the water, see the skylines of Manhattan to
the north and Sunset Park to the south.

To be inside a factory on the verge of demolition is like visiting a
place of worship emptied by earthquake. The ceilings are high.
Unfiltered sunlight washes over everything: chairs that once held
people, stray leather shoes, a suit jacket, ink-stained ledgers,
bashed-up books. A sapling grows in the arch of a broken, scroll-shaped
window.

At the Revere Sugar refinery on the new gold coast of
Red Hook, the high ceiling is a silver dome over the South Brooklyn
waterfront. Look past the tree growing in that window and see how the
Statue of Liberty shines on the water, see the skylines of Manhattan to
the north and Sunset Park to the south.