For the Bushwick that is overcast and littered on a cool Tuesday. For the Bushwick full of candy factories and all tomorrow’s sarcastic attitudes. For the Bushwick that is not fresh-faced and from Oklahoma. For the Bushwick that has lived in your building for 25 years. For the Bushwick off the L-line, holding its breath and waiting for the next big wave to hit. For the Bushwick under the J-train, damp and drippy and 99 cent on neon. For the Bushwick that owes you money. For the Bushwick before the Flushing Avenue repairs. For the Bushwick that is not Bushwick. For the Bushwick that is not East Williamsburg. For the Bushwick that is not a coastal metropolitan city, but everywhere in between. For the Bushwick that was paved over, the parking lot became a parking lot. For the Bushwick that will secede from Brooklyn in 2022. Por el Bushwick, se habla espanol. For the Bushwick that is the world- that does not speak English, that goes to bed when the Eastern Sea Board awakens. For the Bushwick of the dreams that Bushwick will fulfill. For the Bushwick of the mind.