A city grows from within
New York – but not as if this was a womb
or a predecessor. More like a climbing plant
that retakes its territory after a catastrophe: engulfing
walls, buildings, any crude form of humanity.
Slowly, undetectable, almost becoming
the architecture and the demography that
pretends to supersede – as if mimicking
was its initial strategy.
But steadily, slight alterations occur – a new
voice that tells a story that belongs
to a biography that is not yet, but that is beginning
to be – just some minor primordial but irrevocable
pieces: an attractor that will loosely and inadvertently command
the complexity; a fragment of an initial condition
which is an accessory condition that adds to the inevitability
of a process long initiated: almost with the foundation
of New York: with the foreign voice that mentioned
the convenience of that place and that imagined
a first building, a first conversation purely made
of the new idiosyncrasies.
Right there, in that imagining two voices, he
imagined unknowingly, a third. It took a while
for this one to learn its own soul. Then, the rest
came just naturally: the zeal for future – the need
to conceive continuity – ensured it.
© Marcelo Wio