There is a split in the city. A schism. It's often expressed architecturally--the war between old and new, the radical shift, the loss of bricks to glass and sheen.
They get rammed together, cheek by jowl.
A sleek high-rise hotel abuts a tenement.
One half of a synagogue is smashed and sheathed in glass for a new boutique that only sells things in white.
A condo's cock-eyed balconies cast their shadows on rusted fire escapes.
More are coming. Every day.
Lines are being drawn. Down the middle.
In the end, which side will survive?