My City - Part 2 (A)

Spires that once stood proudly, protruding from the the city
landscape, like beacons of hope in a time when we struggled to
negotiate our identities, are now dwarfed by our new beacons of
prosperity. But as I look up, and these buildings shout "FOR LEASE",
I do not quite identify.

My city - Part 1 (A)

As I look over our great city, I look upon a field of glassy gray,
like an aged piece of parchment, holding within it a mixed history of
ourselves. A history told through the stories of those who built her,
like cells in an organism, waiting to speak... to me.

Why we need more pencils. (A)

Something really interesting happened the other day. It was one of
those endearing moments that years later you struggle to recall, but
are helped along with the use of a well-written account. I was away
from my laptop, no pencil in sight. Now I can't remember it at all.