Manhattan

I turned in mid-bridge and looked back where we had walked, saw the miles of fossil-fuel blazing, the millenia of buried plant beds going up in smoke in an endless point-tapestry of yellows and fire-blue greens and incandescent whites – a rush of unstoppable, jarring intervals. No matter how I moved or where I stood, I seemed plunged dead-set in the middle of the known world.

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