"What wisdom they may own in Cementia is self-defeating."
The Great Downstairs of The Labyrinth of Cementia; of Cement City ...
Cementia itself -- where wealth destroys the pioneer -- the land of house arrest where to be without a house is to be untouchable consigned to the horror of namelessness. Yes, Cementia itself -- where you stick with the winner until crisis unravels all and a loaf of bread is bought with a basket of faded paper magic.
It is enshrouded in secret. And for you young who do not yet know, I may point out it's collective hush, prompted by fear. No one dare object, but rather all is crusted over with the consent breathed by silence itself. It is a pallid silence, in the realms of concrete where only at best, the rudest of facades may succeed. Where all the rest is buried in a cryptic profusion of mediocrity. - A day in the NYC Lab beside the river of souls...
"The Great Downstairs" of Cementia. A detailed account of one morning -- 1st part at least... in an immediate aspect of the international city system: "Cement City".
It is enshrouded in secret. And for you young who do not yet know, I may point out it's collective hush, prompted by fear. No one dare object, but rather all is crusted over with the consent breathed by silence itself. It is a pallid silence, in the realms of concrete where only at best, the rudest of facades may succeed. Where all the rest is buried in a cryptic profusion of mediocrity. - A day in the NYC Lab beside the river of souls...
"The Great Downstairs" of Cementia. A detailed account of one morning -- 1st part at least... in an immediate aspect of the international city system: "Cement City".
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