I liked the idea of a city atop hundreds, thousands of canals of streaming light. A
city, in fact a multitude of cities, bisected, stacked, jammed together, going in all
directions at once and with every kind of hustle thriving in between. The problem was
how badly I wanted it to be different, revelatory . . . No doubt it became as much about
the world around me as it was that world I was hoping for, those dreams I thought about,
struggling, doing pull-ups, on the fly, from scaffoldings over the sidewalks. I’d roam
around all night, notepad in hand, and even then it was as if I was searching for
something more profound to say about it.
Photo By: Thomas Birke
