Individual, Identical, Innumerable, for here they are. Repetition is repeating itself; repetition is reoccurring. I gaze upon an endless stream of windows that dot the apartments from the top to presumably the bottom. I can feel the air moving through the windows to and fro, carrying away my sweat and shivers. The sunlight and skyline flow through and enter my dwelling place. Sight shoots both ways, out to repetition and into my mind. Peer in and I reveal the identity of a man. Peer out and I discover the unlimitedness of a city. Gazing skyward or streetward, I can see that it is all the same. Perception pays attention to periodicity. It is the construct of The Architect’s mind, a community with distinction. One window works with another to create the apartment’s façade. One person lives in fellowship with another. One building stands in communion with the others. Down below repetition happens again, the branches and leaves follow suit. Individual. Identical. Innumerable.
