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The High-rise (9)

Writer: Coert Erasmus
Coert Erasmus
3 days ago
1 min read

We find ourselves on top of a high-rise as a man looks at the finished building looming high above the streets. He can't help admiring the forced labour of his calloused hands that erected this monstrosity. Then a feeling of great disparity comes over him, for no one will know the cost of his labour.


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