The scaffold began to wobble under Jonathan’s feet as he tried to regain his balane out of the corner of his eye he saw Anthony sneaking up behind him. How was he keeping his balance? The scaffold started to move even more and Jonathan couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
Kali
ok idk what that is… is it the thing the grim reaper carries around?
Jaz
I once watched a bird build its nest on a scaffold. It was a beautiful contradiction, nature intertwining with the manmade.
Growing up, I thought scaffolds were playgrounds for grown-ups. I dreamt of scaling those heights, not realizing they were frameworks for work, not play.
mellowtonin
For years, every time I’d visit New York City I’d think, how is this still under construction. Then recently I learned that they’re there to protect pedestrians from stuff/bodies falling on them.
Sounds like a bird, doesn’t it? Maybe a type of seabird… “Look, there goes a flock of scaffolds!” Or maybe it has its own word like a “murder” of crows. “A scandal of scaffolds!”
encompassed in
attempts
to make
me
whole
but be
careful
you might
be creating
a
monster
Em
I once live across from a building that’s been under construction for, like, ever, the scaffold a silhouette against the city skyline. It’s a daily reminder of progress, of something becoming, and of slow-ass construction contractors.
arlo
spent years building this fortress, to protect me from the outside world, but while I was distracted perfecting the details, the world crept in
The scaffold began to wobble under Jonathan’s feet as he tried to regain his balane out of the corner of his eye he saw Anthony sneaking up behind him. How was he keeping his balance? The scaffold started to move even more and Jonathan couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
ok idk what that is… is it the thing the grim reaper carries around?
I once watched a bird build its nest on a scaffold. It was a beautiful contradiction, nature intertwining with the manmade.
there’s something poetic about a scaffold. temporary, yet integral to creation. a fleeting foundation that quietly disappears when its job is done.
Growing up, I thought scaffolds were playgrounds for grown-ups. I dreamt of scaling those heights, not realizing they were frameworks for work, not play.
For years, every time I’d visit New York City I’d think, how is this still under construction. Then recently I learned that they’re there to protect pedestrians from stuff/bodies falling on them.
Sounds like a bird, doesn’t it? Maybe a type of seabird… “Look, there goes a flock of scaffolds!” Or maybe it has its own word like a “murder” of crows. “A scandal of scaffolds!”
encompassed in
attempts
to make
me
whole
but be
careful
you might
be creating
a
monster
I once live across from a building that’s been under construction for, like, ever, the scaffold a silhouette against the city skyline. It’s a daily reminder of progress, of something becoming, and of slow-ass construction contractors.
spent years building this fortress, to protect me from the outside world, but while I was distracted perfecting the details, the world crept in