Out of Body

Looking down at the City, from the roof, you notice not the grittiness, but the intricacy.
There's a thin veil of space bordering earth and sky, and a stilled sense of momentum.

The slow dance of street activity seems measured and well choreographed.
The shapes of the surrounding buildings seem organized into a coherent mass, like some great sculpture.

Pointing up to the sky, the buildings aim toward the heavens, to touch what is just beyond reach.
Without the mediating shell of an aircraft, a room, or the surroundings of pure nature,
you sense the intervention of industry, but come close to pure spirit.
This is the border, the edge, the membrane between the material and the insubstantial.
It's the closest thing to the out of body experience.



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