Cities of Clay

below the crumbling bluffs, blocks of clay cleaved off orange and grey veins call to mind Lovecraft stories where ancient
architectural ruins are mistaken for geologic formations. but here the effect is reversed, with haphazard chunks suggesting
the skyline of an imaginary metropolis. we stopped briefly to harvest material en route back to our own barely real city,
didn't bother trying to make a particular ferry yet arrived right on time despite delay, better than if we'd planned it.