Here, the buildings are the souls that resist time, standing tall and alone, yet their figures in the wind leave their mark beyond their physical presence. Their reflections blend into the space with the images and movement on the streets, the energy left behind by the crowds of passersby. Their colorful shadows haunt the fabric of space and time, swirling in the eternal motion of the earth, motionless yet defiantly sticking out their tongues, having earned the immortality that you struggled in vain to attain.
