Since living in the city, I’ve chosen my favorite elevators, which makes me think I think too much about things like my favorite elevators. Our bathroom self-cleans and I no longer need to polish my jewelry – something in the water does it for me. I don’t need a light-light; I just open the shades a little.
What I really love about the city are the relentless botanical and animal species; plant-life splintering concrete; tree roots curling asphalt along Providence; kamikaze inchworms dive-bombing tourists in the park. Nature doing what nature does best: Filling a niche; a gap in our ecosystem fueled by arrogance and perpetuated by ignorance.
Ayn Rand glorified man and his hunger for dominance in this world; his ability to hold fire in his fingertips. We see empty fountains in downtown Charlotte because we’re in the midst of a water shortage and one man says to me, What does it matter if a couple of fountains are turned on? It matters because we’ve taken for-granted the value of water, the value of our resources. We spill blood, oil, water; we order too much and leave our plates half-full and pass men on the street half-starved, but worry only that our fountains have been drained.
Ah, the city ignites within us a sense of invulnerability. It leads us all to believe the thin membrane of glass separating them from us is thicker than it really is.
Do Not Dump – Drains into Creek