First, we came together and again with increasing numbers until we were a city. What makes the city is a time and place. A city is not just a place because in time a city processes the past places into the ruins, good and bad that make it a city.
From the quarry of one ruin we can mine for blocks to build another future. From the quarry of another ruin we can see the outline of time cut deep into the cellar door.
From the quarry of my present city I ponder prodding processes, as my roof gently weeps.
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