It is a glorious late summer dusk at Monster Island, the two-story former spice warehouse where Metropolitan Avenue meets the East River in Williamsburg. Outside, in front of brightly clashing brickwork, a local resident feeds cats who come padding over from the tall grass and the oil storage tanks across the street. To the north, new condos loom, the river shimmering off their seamless windows. Soon, Monster Island will be crushed to rubble, and a glass box will likely sprout pod-like from the earth. But for now, the warehouse's denizens... More >>>