It doesn’t matter what this building will finally look like. Or how its monstrosity might ruin the current skyline. Or that it will eventually throw a shadow so dark on streets around it, everything drenched in an even deeper shade of gray.
In the summers, evening dangles onto the night, whispering endless yawns into the sky, the lights from a construction site burn through the night, naked like stars. Without windows, without walls. There is such incredible beauty in a construction site. From afar anyway. Edge closer, and the dust will kill your vulnerable lungs.
But from this distance, when everything appears black and twinkly, the silhouette of a building to be, feels like a promise. Mighty cranes shake hands over the metal frame, in silence.