





I never walk this way.
But yesterday, something pulled me.
A windowless cube. No entrance in sight. Trees bent like bonsai. Signals in shadow.
It’s not just a building.
It’s broadcasting.

I never walk this way. But yesterday, something pulled me. A windowless cube. No entrance in sight. Trees bent like bonsai. Signals in shadow. It’s not just a building. It’s broadcasting.






I never walk this way.
But yesterday, something pulled me.
A windowless cube. No entrance in sight. Trees bent like bonsai. Signals in shadow.
It’s not just a building.
It’s broadcasting.