Dec 10, 2018
Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ Ｕｔｏｐｉａ．
Here lie the remnants of “the old city”. It is a slum where the victims of the great recession now reside. Old, worn and broken. Great cement and steel buildings of the mid-century, built so close to one another, they touch wall-to-wall. The ancient structures are stacked so tall, they disappear in the sky. They are rusted and worn and seem to tilt, like crooked trees in the wind, creating a jagged skyline. As if they could collapse down onto the streets below at any moment, but they don’t. The air so polluted and gloomy, it blocks the sun from sight and fills the sky above like a cloak. The horizon hides behind a vast blanket of smog and dust so that the rest of the city is concealed from view.
