The destruction of the city is random. The resistance to the destruction is surprisingly fierce. Side by side these two houses, born maternal twins, demonstrate the frustration and the hope when contemplating the city’s revival, or, in many parts of town, the city’s very survival.
This scene touches on that surreal nature of the destruction. It looks violent, almost warlike, but life seems to ignore the violence. Perhaps like some type of Darwinian event, the changes are happening so slowly we can’t really see the movement and changes happening before our very eyes. Make no mistake, the city is returning to seed. This is a process that began over 50 years ago. I can’t begin to count the number of election campaigns I can recall where all the politicians promised to stop this devolution, this slow motion train wreck. They have all failed due to lack of will, sincerity or imagination. I fear it is out of our hands now.