We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden.
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
In their sheer magnitude, extremes of urbanization return humanity to the fold of natural history: the closest we can come to the pullulating condition of the sea and stars, featuring oppositions of emptiness and plenitude. Even here, of all places, there is nothing outside of nature.