The city is alive with patterns; from the macro to the micro, the anarchic to the orderly, the epic to the ordinary.
Skyscrapers rife with right angles tangle in the crosstown traffic, static blocks play out in lines repeating, defeating chaos. Meanwhile a million windows gaze blankly at each other, mirrored clones collected in grids.
And sometimes concrete copies nature, devoted by design to the golden ratio. Spirals hypnotize and bridges boast beyond their purpose with patterned perfection. (Steel so neatly ordered is sublime.) Here, engineers and city planners project the fruits of their protractors in a 3D plane.
But down below, suits march in antlike synchronicity, tied to the overarching narrative of 9 to 5. Once ejected by the geometric tunnel network, they merge into one mass, shuffling workwards as a hypnotic human horde. This current of capitalism flows like a black river.
WAKE. WORK. SLEEP. REPEAT: The mantra that fuels the rat race ritual.
When the night comes, streetlamp constellations blink into being. Cars wind their way through the fluorescent streets, lit up like jeweled snakes; one red, one white. Traffic lights signal to the serpentine in sequence: RED = STOP. GREEN = GO.
And from up above, the city is a circuit board, illuminated, beaming parallels and perpendiculars into space -
precision to pandemonium,
everything in its right place.
Created: Feb 07, 2014Document Media