That building is staring at me, I see two horrible dead eyes and a cracked smile.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.

it does look like a face i now see. but this was not the intention.

It's like looking at a skull, there is a life about it, but it is a paradoy of life, frozen into the structure.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.

well don't forget there is a human figure here - how do you feel about it?

They're inconsequential, like moss in the cracks of the pavement, central perhaps, but something to be ignored, something foreign and temporary. After they are gone, the building will remain, unchanged and unchanging.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.

until some inconsequential human figures decide to demolish it.

But that is a long, long was off. Everything must en, and they will only place a new building in its stead, that will continue for many years longer.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.

right. but still, people are who move things around. things don't move people.

And that is important? We ourselves are jsut things, we are moved by others, controlled by the buildings we work in, live in, the machines that work for us, and make us work. In the end a house affects us far more than we affect a house, we are adaptable, it is not, we bend to its whims.

In the end we notice the anthill, not the ants, and in time, when we are long gone, our anthills will remain in remeberance to us.

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Thats the problem with the world today; intelligence is constant, and the populations increasing.