The Concrete Land
Standing upon my doorstep I turn around and face the city; I face this portion of the world that I am selfish enough to call mine.
I claim the smog, the shops, the roads, & the buildings that stretch higher and higher as you descend your being even further into this concrete land.
It is in that moment that I realize I am the buildings, I am that one trying to outdo the other just as Paris must've been trying to outdo New York with their Eiffel Tower.
I am the novelist competing against the poet, the college applicants who are all rallying for a spot in Yale, I am the clouds fighting against the sun, fighting to conceal my better, brighter, opponent.
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