Stars would not mean anything if it wasn’t for that mono scheme repetition of steel and chrome, because if I flipped this world upside down we would look to hanging glass and illuminated windows for light in the darkest 1 o’ clocks. So while you have a chance and you live among them, realize, this city, this imperfect range of man-made mountains, covered in graffiti, and every man’s touch, is so…beautiful.
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