double staircase leading out onto a set of parking spaces
a dumpster and a green hill--
the privatest way to enter an already private building.
visually it upholds the impression
created by the nearby grad apartments
that nobody lives here or goes here--
any passerby is accidental or lost,
and the rich red brick exists autonomously,
the pattern of its walls and stairs
a meaningless yet lovely accident
like stars which are set close enough
to be called constellations,
but each one, considered rightfully,
is vividly alone
and not responsible to any human story.
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