Thursday, January 20, 2011
Gotham City
A couple nights ago, when you walked out of the building, it was raining lightly. The really cold rain that feels heavy because some drops are turning in to snow.
The tallest buildings were shrouded in foggy clouds and the ground was hidden by a rolling, misty vapor.
The jumble of faded brick buildings and unfinished sci-fi-like towers made it was easy to imagine you were in some imagined city in the sky.
That's not a bad metaphor for the transience of this place.
Labels: Golden apples in silver pitchers
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