A brutalist landscape of crumbling concrete dominoes. Yes, they look ugly - the weather-stained balconies cluttered with junk, the patchwork of discoloured cladding, the exposed spikes of rusting support rods, the graffitied walls and linking electricity wires drooping from roofs – but, for a precious ten minutes at dusk, the concrete glows orange and pink and the sunset is reflected in all those windows. At night the shadows obscure the imperfections and you realise that they’re villages in the sky, complete communities with thousands of lives going on behind the squares of light that form patterns of pixels across the city.
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