The glossy, glassy world of the refracted city. Almost the same, but everything is different…
On finding myself at the entrance of this rather lovely alleyway, my question was not “Where am I?”, but rather, a somewhat more interesting variation:
What can we see through the square window? Is it the hopes of what’s moving overhead, or is it the past, grounding us? And what’s outside the frame? Choose your own adventure.
We build webs of thick steel to keep the sky out, or to keep us in… careful not to fly too high – you might hit your head.