#architect errant

Exhausted, stumbling under the fittings of a large iron skeleton. Moving through the darkened interiors, scrapping the dusty doorways, the dust in the air was of a sweet scent. Browned burnt sugar and mortar. Tripping over uneven flooring coming to rest ina cloud of fine dusts. The rei of the sun piercing through reflected a map of the skeleton in the sky silhouettes agains the clouds of sugared dust and cotton clouds.

Chapter XXXVI: an immense spine of stone broke through the earth. The sloping face of the monolith slowly ascended to a rounded crown. Arriving on the opposite side of the ridge the stone shell sank underfoot, shedding plates of rock in large thin spalls. Water seeped upwards from an unseen source through the fissures in the stone. Stone shards, placed on end set a field of stone-spire sun-dials marking time in counted in cracks and lichen.

Chapter XXXVII: Which Recounts the Discovery of the Gilded Silos and Their Sunset Harvesters. On the Plateau del Sol I found five silos astride the sunset, galvanized sides gleaming in the yellowing light. Emerging at each, a large white mechanical beast, staring down the sun. The vibrant corrugation rippling like muscle under skin, shining, bright, pulsing with reflected heat. The machinery drinking in the fading light gave a low rumble as augers, siphons and belts churned the remaining days of the sunset to the interior