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  • The City That Never Finishes



    1–2 minutes

    In the center of Paris, at her beating heart, burns a furnace of fire and flame. A white-hot mass with a gravitational pull on those susceptible to her charm. This magnetic force draws you in, warms your soul, and if you are lucky enough to surrender to it, you become one with her. And when…

    The ornate medieval clock on the Conciergerie building in Paris, gold figures against a blue tiled facade
  • The City That Never Finishes



    7–10 minutes

    In the center of Paris, at her beating heart, burns a furnace of fire and flame. A white-hot mass with a gravitational pull on those susceptible to her charm. This magnetic force draws you in, warms your soul, and if you are lucky enough to surrender to it, you become one with her. And when…

    The ornate medieval clock on the Conciergerie building in Paris, gold figures against a blue tiled facade
  • Banana



    1–2 minutes

    Times Square has an unnatural resonance, one you cannot become attuned to. It hums from electrified currents pumped into sky-high advertisements. It buzzes from worker bees shuffling across cement pathways. It aches as black and yellow caravans ebb and flow through its arteries. But there is nothing natural here. Nothing grows here. It is a…

  • Banana



    1–2 minutes

    Times Square has an unnatural resonance, one you cannot become attuned to. It hums from electrified currents pumped into sky-high advertisements. It buzzes from worker bees shuffling across cement pathways. It aches as black and yellow caravans ebb and flow through its arteries. But there is nothing natural here. Nothing grows here. It is a…