I wish I could describe the combination of street life and high-rise culture. The souk lives at the feet of the towers. New York is the full spectrum, every gradation from the bodega to the helipad. Here it is the bodega, then the helipad.
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golfball architecture
24 Jan
Trust me, it’s a golf ball. The blue tower behind the golf ball is the place I call home. I would say, “I live behind the golf ball” but that wouldn’t work because, well, the golf ball is the symbol of the biggest telecom company here. Lots o buildings with golf balls on them.
Wandering scholar
24 JanI am in the land of the oil producers. The place the money flows to, and from. I feel like the far-flung Arab scholars of 1000 years ago who went to the end of the world, Córdoba, because that was where the money and patronage were, that was where cities and centers of art and learning were made to rise out of nothing. With the difference that this is not the end of the world–it’s pretty much the cradle of civilization, and everyone here knows it. That said, oil is not going to last forever…
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