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I love to look at my city, especially on a rainy day. Under the dark clouds and sometimes in them are buildings of various styles, ages, and shapes, though most are square. This is a place where everyone is different and yet, everyone fits in. Even if one doesn't fit in, they typically don't care, as they're busy worrying about getting to work on time and grabbing their daily dose of caffeine. Who has time to worry about popularity when you have to grab your coffee and hop on the train before you miss it?

As I've said, most of the buildings here are square, yet so distinct from each other in their personalities and stances. As you walk past the Empire State Building, you can see the beautiful simplicity of it. It looks unassuming, but the tall spike on the top lets you know it demands height and attention, as it pulls you in with it's instantly recognizable appearance. There's a certain elegance to it that refuses to go unnoticed.

Unlike the Empire State Building, the Dakota is dressed head to toe in lavish design, intricate details, and a fancy persona that seems to make you feel rich even as you look at it. It may be famous for the depressing fact that it's where John Lennon was shot, but even without that eerie help in garnering fame, it stands alone in it's opulence and grace and makes you feel as though you should buy a black dress from Bloomingdales and wear it while eating a croissant in front of the large building. It is definitely a square in a circular world...


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