by Cecil P Williams
London is one of those places where you can feel small: its ever-changing landscape leaves a little space for imagination. But still, sometimes you can stand still and look up to the skyscrapers. buildings disappear, the light crushes on the Thames and reflects on the glass-covered surfaces.
Textures come out from the blocks, over the people living in them, and become the patterns we live in. Everything is about the lines that we follow in our everyday paths, the mirror we are reflected in.
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