New buildings went up every day, shining in the sun and piercing the clouds. Each had a name stamped to the highest point attempting to stand out among the other buildings, all most like a proud ant that had a slightly larger crumb than the ants around it. Billboards advertised for the newest and grandest attractions and cars blared music out of the windows, the city was buzzing with stale life.
Each person was a cookie cutter image of another. They spoke with no emotion as if they themselves thought that what they were doing was completely meaningless. Go to work, sit, stand, go home, and repeat. Over and over.
On the other hand there were buildings crumbling in the shadows of the sky piercers. They had walls covered in unknown artist's unremarkable masterpieces. Each splatter of spray paint was meant to say something, to mean something, but most were just multicolored blobs of forgotten inspiration.
Each dead building had people living inside. The sad, the happy, the dull, and the loud, each with a life and a reason. They went out to work every day, their heads filled with fuzz and expressions blank then came home with a grateful sigh of relief only to see their sad broken down homes.
