To die

To live

To exist

I am the city, the city is me

I am in a state of constant decay

I am boundless growth

There can’t be one without the other

There can be beauty in the dead, the beginning, the overlooked

There cannot be a true end, nothing truly ends

Metal is life

Metal is death

Metal is binding

The city is dying

The city is rebuilding

The city is cycling

Structure fails

Structure stands

Structure raises

No one is around

No one is one

No one is corporeal

Concrete becomes solid

Concrete becomes patched

Concrete becomes new

Life has no end

Life has no beginning

Life has no purpose

We are the vines growing over the parking lot fence

We are the progress that consumes the city

We are the eternal machine that perpetuates this cycle