Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.”— Genesis 11
The abstract of the thought of Norwid, a Polish poet and painter of the 19th century, was that to describe something the poet must describe its environment instead of the thing itself; and assume the thing itself to be non-existent.
Surrounded by numerous under construction buildings, in a transition period that seems endless. While we are moving towards the future, the traces of the past appear more or less. Suspended between anything left from the past and a vague future. The environment that should promise a new future, more than hope contains a frightening obscurity.