"The city tells not its past, it holds it within like the lines of a hand, written in the street corners, in the window frames, in the stair handrails, in the lightning rod antennas, in the flag poles, every segment, on its own, marked with scratches, serrations.
"The city tells not its past, it holds it within like the lines of a hand, written in the street corners, in the window frames, in the stair handrails, in the lightning rod antennas, in the flag poles, every segment, on its own, marked with scratches, serrations.