City of ProgressEach day, another building materializes: a post-urban themed burrito restaurant, a payday loan kiosk, an abandoned gas station shuttered with plywood. ![]() Some think the dead build them while we sleep. Others believe ![]() there’s a city behind the city being slowly revealed to us. It’s wondrous, really— ![]() we’re moon-eyed with wonder— really. ![]() The photographs go all runny, ![]() and we carve busts of the saviors from Styrofoam. ![]() We are too alone to be lonely. |
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