I visited an apocalyptic graveyard of sorts a couple of weeks ago with a good friend. Called the Ship Graveyard, it is in the far west side of Staten Island. Having never been to Staten Island or a ship graveyard, I was equal parts excited and apprehensive.
The mini staycation was worth the long bus ride + bus ride + bus ride. Once we got to the centuries old graveyard at the “entrance” of the private yard, we could see rusted hulls of the ships that time forgot. Not needed anymore by their crews, these skeletons were stories high, probably nestled on top of each other from Hurricane Sandy.
Equal parts depressing and fascinating, the graveyard smelled of iron, burning rubber and rotten salt swamp. But, much like the decaying buildings of Detroit or the desolate valleys of the West, the more time I spent studying the details of each section of the shipyard made the rust and tar and vegetation taking over these once sturdy, working vessels beautiful.
Even these return to the earth eventually.
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