Buildings here are considered 'old' if they have been standing for 10 years.
Always being torn down and replaced with buildings of pink glass, reflections, and ornately carved walls.
The concrete history is being torn down for the sake of progress.
But there is a beauty to the 'old' buildings that stand in the city, a nostalgia.
Something that calls to the past, the history, the creative mind, the crafter.
The new buildings call to modernity. Sleekness. Efficiency.
Towers that rise so high it is as though they are trying to touch the clouds, but fail to do so, because people are bound to the earth.
We cannot forget that connection to the ground, to the earth. The one embodied in the buildings of the past.
<3
Always being torn down and replaced with buildings of pink glass, reflections, and ornately carved walls.
The concrete history is being torn down for the sake of progress.
But there is a beauty to the 'old' buildings that stand in the city, a nostalgia.
Something that calls to the past, the history, the creative mind, the crafter.
The new buildings call to modernity. Sleekness. Efficiency.
Towers that rise so high it is as though they are trying to touch the clouds, but fail to do so, because people are bound to the earth.
We cannot forget that connection to the ground, to the earth. The one embodied in the buildings of the past.
<3
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