BEACON
I walked by it each day. It was like a beacon for me looking back at the city. I knew I would move there as soon as I could. Look from its windows watching the city grow as I would....
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END OF LINES
They seemingly appear out of nowhere, iconic in their simplicity and design. Box hotels at the far reaches of a city where existing lines end and new development is underway. Here utility crews laying new lines stay for weeks, salespeople eyeing new clients and architects all mix. The salesman envying the utility workers who knew each day what their job would be. The utility worker envying the salesman for the freedom they had and the architect lost in their dreams. They would go out to make a new market each day. Always returning for another night at the end of the lines. David Young