He sees rain scorching the river.
Everywhere he looks he sees people abasing themselves before him: men bending forward to tie their shoes, women leaning over to rest laden shopping bags on the floor. Bowing down.
He imagines sound propagating through space from a pinprick, as through a pinhole.
He sees girders speckled with strawberry-blonde rust.
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