- The endless skyscrapers are swaying with a breeze I can’t feel and the dark swirling gray mass of clouds closes in even as it gets further away. There are a thousand open windows peppering the towers and the people all look the same as they lean towards me, arms outstretched and pale hands gripping the wide tubs of murky water. And the people are dumping blank Polaroid’s out with the dishwater.
- The buildings weren’t skyscrapers, they were industrial buildings instead of offices and they got steadily shorter as you neared the edges of the city. At one spot along the elevated train tracks a building was so close that as trains rushed by the people and machines had to pause and wait out the quaking. Here below the train tracks I sprinted through an alleyway full of rosary beads and caught occasional glimpses of the starry sky.
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