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May 12, 2004
Shockingly vibrant green pressing eagerly against rigid edges of coiling razor wire, glinting metallic silver entangling verdant throbbing leaves. Cracked pavement mottled sun and shade, muted grey and summer glare aching. On an elevated D Train platform, the jostled meeting of metal and nature, of the formed and the grown, both exhibiting the same look of unplanned chaos, diametrically opposed but somehow similarly organic for all that. The coils of barbed wire, the crumbling concrete and rusting iron were not planned any more than the leaves – they too spring from the mystery of necessity, they have ceased to be man-made.