Tonight my thoughts turn to the city. It’s midnight as I stand in my room, in the dark, shadows retreating as my pupils dilate. The floor creaks as I push past dark navy shades and step into the moonlight of the window. The frame stands strong, green, cast of iron. It’s tall, taller than myself, giving me a wide view of the landscape in front of me. My building is one of three, condominiums from converted mills of a bygone era. Our apartment is on the east wall, facing building 2. Thus, the sight that awaits me is not that of a sprawling metropolis of life and culture but rather the walls and roofs of the three brick structures most immediate. Some might find this view displeasing, deeming the buildings obstacles. But Lowell is the city of brick, and I look out to the other dozens of windows laid out before my eyes and I hope that there is another who shares my perspective.
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