CITIES HAVE CURSIVE SKYLINES THAT WEAVE IN OUR DREAMS & OUT OF OUR LIVES
cities are such BULLSHIT.
cities are some pillars in a sea of people. nothing more. & these human tides come & go, leaving half-truths for the vicarious. & it’s not important what’s real. it’s important what people BELIEVE is real… & somewhere back there the city became a mythical creature we cannot even touch anymore.
cities should have creation myths. in five hundred years, i hope people think san francisco was chiseled out of gold by a greedy demigod who drowned in his own drool, flooding the bay w/water. in five hundred years, i hope new york city skyscrapers are thought of as sprouting from the seeds uncle sam spilled when he tripped on the east coast heading west to manifest destiny.
cities are stories. skylines are written in cursive.