I have posted a miniscule amount of my writings since starting this blog and am a little embarassed by that. Nevertheless, here, for your enjoyment, is a small morsel of a thought I wrote down yesterday on my commute. It's not much, but more than nothing.
"The architecture was reminiscent of the brownstones of New York. But the doorways were too flat. The exterior of the building did not embrace you as you climbed up the steps. It did not invite you into its history or whisper its unique personality into your senses. It was a cost-efficient clone, an effort at nostalgia that fell flat, as flat as its doorways."
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