Uploaded July 2016 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
A short film and collage using NYC historical animation crossed with the final paragraphs of The Great Gatsby.
The symbolism that is created by this mix has many dimensions and levels. The animation is from the One World Trade Center elevator ride, depicting the changes New York has seen over the past few hundred years.
"as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
A short film and collage using NYC historical animation crossed with the final paragraphs of The Great Gatsby.
The symbolism that is created by this mix has many dimensions and levels. The animation is from the One World Trade Center elevator ride, depicting the changes New York has seen over the past few hundred years.
"as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
