Towers loom over me as I walk between them, this city no longer
the city I once ached for, too stark, too full of shimmering glass, the parade
of people before and after me, alien to me, as they beat their passage through
this alien landscape, though none of them can recollect like me what it looked
like before, all of us strangers to each other, all of us struggling to survive
in a city where no one is fit to live, the rush of traffic, the wail of sirens,
the painful chill winter brings with its gusts of wind, swirling around and
through these glass canyon. I am a stranger in a land too strange for me to
endure, yet we must endure a life filled with anticipation for something we
cannot find here or elsewhere, and yet, we still search.
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Towers of glass Feb. 16, 2025
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