Glowing Embers

Just walking through the park I was met by an urban monolith. Standing in the night sky, it towered over the landscape and commanded everything it saw with such gruesome abandon that I was frozen. The consequent shiver that rippled through my body was not borne out of fear, but borne out of the results of a seemingly demonic growth of industrial biology.

Although I'm simply clammering for words that do not have any gravitas to realistic application at this moment, it didn't compare to the clammering I was feeling inside my mind. Being at the foot of this tremendous monument was breathtaking.

As I stood there shivering, it cast its multitude of beady eyes towards me as if uncomfortably broken from a deep stare of concentrated surveilance. Behind each eye was a living system of electronic networks, each sustaining and sustained by a living human being bolted into a daily routine like haphazard roots into the urban landscape.

My momentary spasm of fear was subsided by a comforting thought. This monolith's spirit was nurtured by the hearts and minds of people and without them it would be a faceless slab of stone. The image that was once supremely intimidating became an image of solace; the truth. Running through its heart was a community, and ultimately, a soul.