We clamour and belch our way into the sky.
blocking it.
polluting it.
disrespecting it.
people used to look to the sky for inspiration.
for hope.
Now we strive with ugly strokes to cast it behind a wall of trendy vacant opulence and ravenous industry.
yet another insult to nature.
I look to the sky whenever I can find a piece of it to cast an eye on.
I still hope.
I still believe in magic.
despite their attempts to conceal it.
Vancouver. 2007.
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