In the cycle of building up and tearing down. We come together in collective action. Performing over and over, again.
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Always industrious. Producing, destroying, and hurrying. Planning, making, adapting.
Are we constant perverts?
Memory only seems to endure. Impressions no more than a discarded slab of tangled rebar.
Iron reinforced concrete is dust tomorrow.
Pause between the cycles. Stop building. Stop destroying. Stop building. The trick is to see memory now.
Turn it over, sort through the rubble. Find the right stone. Build again.
We are under construction.
Scott Smith