Why do we find ourselves so snap tight to our city building? Why are our imaginations limited to skyscrapers and mirrored glass? Are we really so vain to keep repeating the cycle of self-absorbed construction and wrecking ball over and over?
Driven by an unseen force to become the new money tycoons, intent to control our destiny, blind to our sight limits that can’t ever seem to capture the larger mosaic. To whom are we erecting these adult toy monuments that pass hands every so often at the court house steps?
Seemingly unaware, sort of like cattle penned in the yards before being led to slaughter, the coming soon sign forecasts that we would improve our cause if we just lego of the city.