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
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