The bricks change color and edges
figure ground from other edges as windows shoot reflections of other horizontal
brick lines and vertical delineations up and down and side to side, building
after building of brick and concrete and windows rising and dropping. Only the
sky lacks figure in a cool irony as it serves as the navigation reference. Even
the ground with its black concrete and yellow lines with umpteen masses in
continual, bubbling, burping, stop-start, flow is just one changing form after
another; the sky, the sky is the reference point, the guide, the circle around
in a mass of formless undelineated brick and mortar, concrete and tar, steel
and aluminum, yellow and black, grey and silver. The limitless blue sky is the
starting point, the ending point. Your city is not, without the sky.
Describe a landscape as seen by a
bird. Do not mention the bird.
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