The unfathomably tall buildings seemed to gaze ominously as our bus wormed its way in to the seemingly infinite horde of traffic. We made our way through the twining gray interstates like blood cells mindlessly pumped through the convoluted arteries of some demented cyborg made of flesh, metal, and concrete. In the gloating dusk you could feel the low growl of countless hovels and run-down neighborhoods as they realized their prime had past them up, and that now they only had an eternal stretch of decline to look forward to. This despairing emotion mixed strangely with the shameful pride and arrogance generated by the grand hotels, the stately homes with landscaped lawns, and the impossible office complexes. Strangest of all, however, was the vibrant hush from the millions of minds ticking and tocking all around.
Cities are strange, magnificint, and unnatural things.
They set humans apart from all other life on earth, and in a strange way they take on a life of their own. A fitting place to study the wide variety of material arts which can be even more strange and magnificent, and most certainly take on a life of their own. First of all, I'll say that I expected the exhibit to be larger. A wonder of modern arcitecture, with colossus-sized statues of Queegueg and Ahab to either side of the entrance. I pictured vaulted ceilings with Smithsonian amounts of artwork displayed grandly.