Smoke
A building
mimicing a chimney.
Optical ilusion.
As an ilusion is
to believe
that we are part of the city.
We are not.
We are spectators.
We contribute, yes.
But we are not as permanent.
We are just passengers
aboard this grounded vessel.
The city.
It takes us many places.
Yet, we don’t go anywhere far.
Just to the confines
of this complex universe.
Streets, roads, bridges, underpasses, subways.
Is this building releasing
the smoke
of our own burning…
As I published at thevoirolgallery.com blog page