It really is too bad I lack talent.
I’d like to blame the light, the camera, but, really, it’s me.
I don’t know how to reveal the architectextuality of this city: that a part of my fascination lies in what is just beyond. The curves in the road which lead you to peer around, to see what else there is. The buildings behind and above and nestled next to.
Not exactly a palimpsest—buildings remain—but the constant jostling for space. A cause of despair and marvel.
So I lack talent. I try, nonetheless.
There is something here. I could spend the rest of my life not catching it.