Almost perfectly entirely grey, the cement coloured buildings of the St. Mary’s cement factory matched the barely blue and mostly dirty white sky. The diagonals running between the buildings create the only discernable difference between them and a series of strangely close and illogically placed brutalist apartment buildings on the shores of Lake Ontario, close to nothing. Imagining the insides of these chutes and being tossed between each similar looking building made the complex feel more human, like an Orwellian future, but much more terrifying. Appearing to be approaching from a safe distance with trepidation, the nearest small cluster of trees looked afraid.
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