Glimpses of a City
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Turning left onto a side street and left again, you find yourself in a quaint residential neighbourhood. The houses are all more or less identical — brick single family dwellings with pointed roofs and tasteful lawns. Walk for two block and turn left again. Halfway up the street on your right, you will find a singularly unique house. The owner had decorated it in dark stained wooden cylinders, each no more than two inches in diameter. Everything is covered in these cylinders — the walls, the lawn, the railings and the flower boxes. They form patterns and shapes — spirals meet triangles that intersect with rectangles and circles. You are reminded of Shamanism. A neighbour tells you that the owner was a construction worked until an accident injured his neck. Now, he spends most of his time at home working on his house.





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