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- In our land the crescent of the day moon hangs like a boomerang in the clear afternoon sky…
- From afar, it is all one sees.
- And suddenly, a distant traveler realizes what haze, what was the blue shadow on the underbelly of the day moon. The skyscrapers stand stacked in the distance.
- Up close, the skyscrapers are barely visible, even as their height issues violence to one’s sight. Though, now, our mother has opened her apartment window.
- Everyone else is asleep in the city, but our mother wakes up and looks at us, drooping her arms over the windowsill, lazy and loose in her summer bedclothes.
- The sky, lifted up by its panel, suddenly distorts the rest of the structure, showing a dark space and our mother’s leaning figure, which is slanted; we realize that the skyscraper is on uneven ground, and that we have been walking faster and easier than should be.
- A disalignment is sent through the system, and every other panel, their limits and frames now discerned, reorient into a slant, as if a puzzle had been unsolved.
- The charade is up. Other people in the city wake up from their afternoon naps. My little brother Tomo and I are no longer the only ones on the streets. A vendor nearby…
- Thus, the tower in front of our skyscraper, whose back it has been reflecting perfectly thus far, seems to shimmer in the air. Rather than drift off its mirrored panels as a child shimmying off a dress, many windows open up like flaps to let out the cool inside air…
- So, a bit tattered, the structures of the other skyscrapers begin to become visible, ceasing their afternoon chameleon status, which is undertaken to ensure a nap time so that people cannot wander the streets without getting lost, and practice rest.
- Its concrete tan structure, each with a dark window, is immense, a single thing standing in the sky. On the previous skyscraper, ours, it reflects its change, showing up as a distorted self. So that, like a tan image present in a thousand panels of blue, the vast body of the blue skyscraper changes color, is smeared with concrete tan…
- We walk beneath them, still going downhill. The afternoon is coming on and the skyscrapers are reverting to normal. One by one, their scales of sky fall off, and a normal city is revealed beneath.
- But just for one moment – for I stare as I walk – that concrete tan seems to swim a path of panels, full of shadows, as if, when I took a step to the left, each color of tan slooped into the next border, filling its edges out in a soft, obsequious fashion. Reappearing in the adjacent panel, along with a host of tan, it is like a shadow of concrete is yet being turned on-and-off on the various panels.
- When I stop, as around the city the mirrors begin to be reabsorbed, the concrete reflection stays still; but as soon as I take a step, holding onto my brother’s hand, such a mobile swimming fragmentation rings my head with the most terrific mental revelation…
- Every afternoon I see such a mental picture, and hear in my mind the spangles of metal-disks shimmering with sound in a tambourine.
- During this time, also, we once went up an abandoned concrete skyscraper during the sundown, where the shadows becomes stark on the tan structures.
- Stopping in an abandoned apartment whose doorways let out into the violent open air, we would walk and now and then, taking a glance, as if an arrow had been shot through, the doorways would align.
- There would be framed, deepening it, the distant lavender shadows and haze of the city, in the evening air…
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