Don’t you think, sometimes, that we just seem… small? In comparison to the mechanisms of our own maintenance, the solid bricks and the ragged rooftops, and the set-square webs of pipes, cables, drains?
Don’t you think, sometimes, that we just seem… pale? Reduced in colour and intensity and vibrance and pattern, faded against billboards, banners, neon?
Have we swallowed ourselves up?
Hidden in our own lives?