The High Line has quickly become equatable to Times Square in the eyes of Manhattanites. It is something that defines the city. It is quintessentially New York - chalk full of tourists. These qualities make it far from where locals go, but every now and then, we locals wander back.
We find ourselves in an art gallery, then we find ourselves leaving said art gallery. Then we see some weird stuff and decide maybe that little elevated green won't be the worst thing since Starbucks became the cheapest option for coffee... The walk up is nice. The new buildings spawned by the gentrification surge served up by this park are not so nice. The green grass and plant life is refreshing. And the views, the views are unreal.
Same goes for Times Square. The place is magic. Likewise, it is also a nightmare. The flashing lights, the energy, the people, the movement.... Times Square is all of New York City stuffed into a tiny box and served to you, in that moment.
On a beautiful day there's nothing better than a little inner city getaway. To get up above the cars and just relax. Ah but what place like this exists? The highline... But you go, you get squished, or you're walking 1 mile an hour behind tourists who you already hate for ruining the ONE place you had in this city.
This is a true testament to the curse of better cities. To inject green means to inject better quality of life. Yet the procedure often leaves the locals wanting out and the tourists swarming in. It's an impossible task - not to bash tourists, they are vital to the growth of any great city - but is there a happy place in between? Can the highline be a park, can it's pavement be used to stroll rather than becoming just another sidewalk, only elevated?
But you still find yourself traversing the elevated green. There's a magic to it. When the crowds die out late on Tuesday nights and there's only 7 people around you at any given time and the sun is setting (or like last night, the fog is settling in), you realize this IS for you. This is your space after a long day at work. The tourists have come and gone now all you have is lingerers, but they're ok.