Stone and Bone

Aeternum Fluvium in Motu: Reflection 17

The building blocks of cities, of dreams fossilized in mortar, of breath turned to architecture.

I looked out my window as a boy, and the world was bleak geometry, concrete symmetry, a sea of windows and brick, and more windows and more brick, rising, repeating, like some vast unending psalm to labor. Smoke stacks crowned the skyline, water towers perche…