Saturday, March 2, 2013
People with ambition and drive always work to make their cities beautiful. I try to fill mine with architecture filed with interesting things, sparkling buildings, bustling streets.
I would like to think that mine would be a glorious modern metropolis.
Yet some people would complain about my city. They would say that there's not humanity in something built of hulking metal. They would point at their own cities, claiming that theirs are better, filled with nature and compassion and things that make them a good person.
But anyone who bothers to point out how superior their own city is, are probably only hiding a barren wasteland.