The Architects

It is no secret that buildings in the City are far taller than they were a decade ago. Towers soar, stabbing into the sky. No doubt they will continue, year after year, in the same fashion, forever rising. Despite advances in design and materials, the welfare of resident employees has benefited little. Taller buildings have led to an increase in accidents, due to the high risk manoeuvres carried out by workers at such unfathomable heights. Indeed, many architects of the old school have argued that these triumphs of technology have had a detrimental effect on the work force, not only leaving problems unsolved but, in fact, exacerbating them. Such arguments are of course nothing short of total ignorance and small-mindedness. Even our forefathers knew of that delightful altitude at which gravity no longer poses a threat.

The Living Statue

I toss a penny at his feet in pity and despair. It neither amuses me, nor do I consider him talented; rather, it troubles me, but a penny is all I can spare to drag this static figure back to life before all is lost. He will not move for fear of losing his footing, but the fellow continues to think without fear of losing his mind. In an instant it is done. What was man has petrified, fused to its plinth in the City, unable to move and unable to want to. I pick up my penny and go.