A city built on preserving its yesterday time, one with little waver from the past and its roots deeply entrenched in memory. Expectations and demands suspend it as a place of permanence- if there ever was such a thing in the modern metropolis.
A city opposite, constructed not of yesterday but only of progress. A stations stop away yields more of the same replicated identity. Haste has no time for quality- after all, the notion of build quick and rebuild faster are now foregone conclusions. The new city is more temporary than ever before. This is the future of manufacturing cities.
The products we now live in.