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Twas beauty that killed the beast. Lost, alone, out of his element, star struck by the big city. The beast was not a beast back home, yet when he went to the big city, he was out of his element. Everything around him out shown the stars. Things were brighter, things were louder than ever he could have imagined. So he climbed. He climbed to get away from it all. He kept climbing. the building just kept going up and up.
It is not a distortion to say that he lost himself in the city. Focusing on the one thing that reminded him of home. He brought her with him. She was of the city. She was the link that could have made it make sense. She was beautiful. She was his glimmer of hope.
But she did not belong. She was of the city, but not outside, not on the girders and steel beams. Her world of glamour did not shine well out there, up there. She could make no more sense of the steelworkers trade than he, so they went up further and further up the impossibly large structure, where everything becomes visible, and nothing makes sense.
He reached for beauty, and he could grasp it, hold it, and feel comforted by it, but he could never understand. Failing understanding, he had nowhere to go but up, and once up, he had nowhere else to go.
Twas beauty that killed the beast.
It is not a distortion to say that he lost himself in the city. Focusing on the one thing that reminded him of home. He brought her with him. She was of the city. She was the link that could have made it make sense. She was beautiful. She was his glimmer of hope.
But she did not belong. She was of the city, but not outside, not on the girders and steel beams. Her world of glamour did not shine well out there, up there. She could make no more sense of the steelworkers trade than he, so they went up further and further up the impossibly large structure, where everything becomes visible, and nothing makes sense.
He reached for beauty, and he could grasp it, hold it, and feel comforted by it, but he could never understand. Failing understanding, he had nowhere to go but up, and once up, he had nowhere else to go.
Twas beauty that killed the beast.