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Temporary eternity. Time. Passing by. In history. In your everyday. On a wall. Layers. Of completeness. Each layer adds more time. One word more to complete our life sentences. There is more. To our eternal lingering.

enough smog. enough traffic. enough enough enough.

He listens desperately to his portable clock hoping to find that moment when nostalgia walked naked among men lighting candles within Human darkness

11th and Broadway I watched the afternoon Sun stroll patiently down the facade of a building. It paused in wonder at one who looks up while others mill and scurry on the streets below

The patterns and movement of vehicles and pedestrians find their death and life within the Urban system

The heightening of elevations offers varying perspectives of travel and observation: on the one hand, the City is a malevolent monster. On the other, poetry of beauty and structure

Each place is but a moment and is never the same place as before. It spreads before us like an open road: the Day, the Night, where the Earth meets Humanity and Humanity struggles to meet that place where the journey is everlasting