Some cities demand all your focus, built square and permanent; others are noticed only when your optical flow wavers, snapping into stark industrial existence near the fringe. Periphery City is the ultimate contradiction, a vast entanglement of blackened plate steel and smoking terracotta found past the edges of proper sightlines. Here, the very horizon isn't flat but violently angled, suggesting countless derricks and factory stacks that jut askew, as if held by exposed hinges. Skytop transit lines—cabling that spiderwebs with the jittery rhythm of overheard thunder—bridge intervals of unknown height, suggesting modular additions and collapses happening in real-time a fraction of degrees off center. Tread carefully among the mismatched abutments; keep your depth perception keen, or miss the shift when a freight arm arcs past the limit, briefly reconfiguring the vista geometry.)
Mood: uneasy