Ashes to Aggregate

If you stroll down this quiet street, continue past the market, through the Visceral Arts District, speed through the Razor’s Edge District without making eye contact or stopping for conversation, feel your way through the smoggy combustion zone, and just a little bit further to The Dominos – those vertical slums that never should have been – you will come to an alleyway that looks different and feels different and smells ever so slightly better, as far as alleys go. Wiggle your way through the skinny sections of the alley, taking caution not to alert any alleyway inhabitants of your presence. After some time you will come to an opening – a clearing is more how it feels. You will know it when you get there. The sky will feel open and vast like the desert’s and very much unlike any sky you have seen in this city. There you will find the building you seek. A building encapsulated in time and framed in by the dense city blocks that have grown up around it. It remains unchanged and forever vacant, save for its sole eternal occupant. He is the reason the building remains just so. None dare touch or enter the place he had himself entombed so many years past. His last building. His final orders. He now lives forever there in those concrete walls. Ashes turned to aggregate. Component and whole of a structure to last into eternity. Forever unchanging amongst a city always moving on without any hesitation or care for his existence.