There are these giant holes around the city, which I find fascinating. Deep, empty sockets in the city's jaw bone, dry and crusty. Where buildings once stood, and have since been knocked down, ground up, and scooped out. Leaving a cool crater, soft and vulnerable. Dead.

If you walk a couple of blocks in any direction from my apartment you will find one of these cavities in the concrete. And if you want, you can go back to these locations, again and again, and watch the various stages of construction, as men go about the business of erecting another monument to urban density. They will inject steel rods into the ground to support it. They will lay concrete slabs. They will finish it with reflective glass. And finally we will have something new to look up at. Something to cast a shadow.

In all this tearing down and building back up, nobody thinks of leaving the hole.

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