These giants, these towering steel monsters, I had thought carried the weight of the world. How wrong I was. They carry nothing more than the weight of their own sins. Sins of greed, over consumption, unnecessary haste. They've convinced the world that they are the epitome, the grand peak of creation. But when you can see through this thin veil, you see they are human just like the rest of us. Maybe even more human.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
From a rooftop in Brooklyn
The giants loom in the distance, ashamed now that their mystery is vanquished. Discovered for what they truly are - overcrowded, overworked, underappreciated - they hang their heads to the sea. Tomorrow I will leave them. They will feel no regret at my departure. I will feel none at theirs.
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