(no subject)
Look out over the city. Can you see it 100 maybe 1000 years from now, maybe more. This concrete jungle is returning to jungle once more. The people have all gone, and the machines have ceased their mutterings, leaving behind a pregnant silence broken only by the call of the wild birds. Now it is nature’s turn to rule the streets, cracks appear in the smooth black top as first grasses and then trees push their way up through. Vines and plants crawl slowly up the sides of the buildings; roofs and floors have caved in, leaving the towers open to the sky. Then suddenly a horrid rumble that frightens the birds into silence, somewhere a tower has lost it’s battle to remain standing, and drops like a fallen solider. Maybe it has fallen sideways, hoping the next solider in the ranks will help him remain standing, to continue it’s fight against nature. Now the question is; was the answer yes or no. Did that solider, already stumbling and weakened, find that extra burden too much to bear, so that both fall to the ground defeated? Or maybe the two now lean on each other like drunken comrades both helping the other to stand and is helped to stay up in return. There is a splotch of dust in the sky to announce the location of the latest fallen; it hovers like a cloud low in the sky, before a breeze spreads this last banner of defiance until it too is lost.
This is what I see when I look upon our city with it’s shimmering lights and it’s bustling people. I see not the bright future of growth that others take for granted is to come. I see the abandonment, and slow loss of this establishment of humanity, as we attempt to show ourselves superior by forcing nature to conform to our desires. I hear you scoff, and tell me that such a thing could never happen, that our cities will stand forever, even if the buildings within those cities change. Yet I’m asking you still to look out over the city, to take a moment to see what I see, for our domination over nature is not yet assured. We are not yet so strong, that our victory is assured, and even if we win the war, we still may loose some battles. In some places nature is too awful a beast for us to manage, and many have died to prove that so.
This is what I see when I look upon our city with it’s shimmering lights and it’s bustling people. I see not the bright future of growth that others take for granted is to come. I see the abandonment, and slow loss of this establishment of humanity, as we attempt to show ourselves superior by forcing nature to conform to our desires. I hear you scoff, and tell me that such a thing could never happen, that our cities will stand forever, even if the buildings within those cities change. Yet I’m asking you still to look out over the city, to take a moment to see what I see, for our domination over nature is not yet assured. We are not yet so strong, that our victory is assured, and even if we win the war, we still may loose some battles. In some places nature is too awful a beast for us to manage, and many have died to prove that so.