As we blur along the expressway towards escape, streams of pylons stretch in large corridors in all directions to the horizon, like watchmen for silent rivers of unseen energy to fuel the consumptive life of Shanghai as it spreads ever further, absorbing all land, suburbs, villages and towns in its way. Some valiantly try to maintain an independent identity, like Songjiang which proudly proclaims its modern presence alongside its long history, but all in vain like Canute commanding the tide, as the mega urbs spill on and out.
No comments:
Post a Comment