#metropolis.

THE WOMAN OF TOMORROW.    “we come from that city over there. what we know about is stone. they’re like people. they’re young or old, hard or soft, polished or rough, sharp, pink and pock-marked, faithless, glad at your misfortunes, faithful, remaining on duty in foundations for centuries, dull-witted, morose, proud, dreaming of bearing epitaphs, modest, devoted without hope of reward, lined up on the ground in endless cobblestone rows like nameless people, nameless to the end of time.”