Sings Like An Arrow

“People who live within cement have hearts of stone, lose any sense of ownership. Life inside these boxes, inside another person’s artwork, does not ennoble the spirit. Destroys it, grinds it down. The city is a machine that manufactures lives. The occult recipe for disaster is made not with sorcery and magic but with the drafter’s table, with the pencil, with the pen, with the blueprint, with public money. I will not build concrete and steel to haunt the sky. I will not block the sun with my arrogance.” Dedicated to ATTA Edition of 50