Subterranean Dybbuk Blues

 

The secret tunnel found beneath the Chabad-Lubavitch Brooklyn HQ reminds me of my preferred form of infrastructure: the bridge. Tunnels are vulgar, while bridges are majestic. When you’re driving through the Lincoln Tunnel at rush hour, it’s an endless stream of exhaust fumes and water damage. You’re tempting fate so deep beneath the Hudson. Cross the Verrazano at the same time and marvel at the very curvature of the earth. One is the route of rats, the other, of kings. When in doubt, always take the high road.