A conduit for tennis balls crack the streets. A pole as poignant as Eiffel’s leads man to admonish thoughts as notions of good or evil. Pray tell thee who is the most evil when man nourishes his breathing den.
So knees are buckled and lives are lost or whatever. Carnivores feast without remorse we like to think. These Lego blocks are built to last as architects push their grandeur ideas onto the innocent streets.
Is this decay as okay as your ambition allowed it; or did you not think to fail?