Life among the monoliths in the extra dimensional city is full of existential graffiti. “Existence is fiction,” “sweet sorrow” and “whatever.” So on and so forth. Self-depricating hieroglyphs color the urban sprawl. They almost have an effect on my mood, almost.
Despite the inward focused graffiti, this city must have been created with an outward perspective. The buildings are tall, the expanse wide, and the inner city ideal is exported.
And all the fleeting eye contact. Conversations like pollution. Expansion and contraction of time and dimension. Each place like a new world, each street a new wing of an old galaxy. Aliens on the avenue. Pigeons like people. People like birds of paradise
Movement & Location 