City Echo

“You never cross this bridge; you look at it. It rises between two rows of dark brick buildings like a steel cathedral left behind by a century in a hurry…

€2,400 — Le Yack

“You never cross this bridge; you look at it. It rises between two rows of dark brick buildings like a steel cathedral left behind by a century in a hurry. Below, on the wet cobbles that reflect everything the sky has let fall, a few passers-by walk without speaking, each in their own story. You look up at a structure too big for us, and suddenly feel both tiny and at home: it is this indifferent grandeur of cities that occupies me. Steam rises from a manhole like a breath, a window lights up orange in the cold, and all of it holds together without anyone being able to say why. It is all those rainy mornings when Brooklyn looks like a poem we have not yet learnt to read.” — Le Yack Techniqu…

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