Finis Coronat Opus
One of those heavy, humid city days last summer, I trudged past a particularly dirty construction site. A man in a florescent vest, bent over his broom, was slowly and methodically sweeping the cement driveway which seemed to fill up with dust as soon as he swept. As the sun beat down on the pavement I thought, what a lousy job to be cleaning up that endless, messy rubble, which will be just as dusty and dirty in half an hour. Then something unexpected happened. Another man in a yellow safety helmet, probably his supervisor, appeared in the doorway and… Read More »Finis Coronat Opus