Architecture of Cities: Birds of Prey, Birds of a Feather

Norman Foster: Hearst Tower: New York City

My eyes torn: Ruptured celluloid sprockets play before my mind’s eyes like a repeating life in retreat:

Decades of days before are no longer mine: My mind is reduced to the days no longer mine and a mere few days ahead:

To come:

It is a remarkable reckoning when you realize the embers of generations before are fading:

I unwittingly rewind the adventures had: Adventures not had may become adventures to be:

My...