Three days later there is still a grey hue to the sky. I thought this kind of stuff is just supposed to come and go. Maybe it is living so close to the water, or maybe it is the city air, but I can't shake the feeling that life is opaque here.

Muesums filled with visitors to a city in a constant state of flux. The scene stays the same but the characters are interchangeable. This is the reductionism at its pinnacle. As the indusrial age brought mechanized manufacturing, their human ounter-parts stived to achive this same indiffert state of reproducable outcomes in their craft. At the advent of the computer age mankind tries to immitate the unwavering, unrelenting logic of modern day machines in thier everyday lives.