"Throughout all the chaos and destruction, it stands there defiant, uncanny—a disturbing uber synchronicity forcing us, if we can listen, to reckon with our fragile place in the cosmos, our tentative grasp upon the planet; a mystery waiting beyond the wisteria walls of our McMansions, beyond our adolescent tribal warfares, the tawdry chauvinisms of our paranoid species, our utter inane terror before anything unknown.
What is this Angel City that, like a cancer, has made growth an end in itself?"
Beautiful, don't ever stop. Stay safe.
"Throughout all the chaos and destruction, it stands there defiant, uncanny—a disturbing uber synchronicity forcing us, if we can listen, to reckon with our fragile place in the cosmos, our tentative grasp upon the planet; a mystery waiting beyond the wisteria walls of our McMansions, beyond our adolescent tribal warfares, the tawdry chauvinisms of our paranoid species, our utter inane terror before anything unknown.
What is this Angel City that, like a cancer, has made growth an end in itself?"
Amazing! Stay safe and keep writing, Barrett.
Sorry, one t not two.