I missed the word Plan the other day. I’ll attempt it here.
Being an architecture student, its gonna be influenced by what I see.
The lines of the plan drawn on a paper broke free of their confinement, they soared to heights growing into skeletons of steel. As the concrete skin grew onto it, to me it seemed to grow like a tree, for it went into the earth with a deep foundation of concrete roots, and like birds and insects humans flocked in. I never forget we always wanted to fly, reaching for the clouds, on the horizon this massive giant breaking the sky. What Intrigues me is this wonder was born in the lines of a plan, a plan that governed how man would live, a feat so grand.