After the gold rush
(and then – slowly, but surely – the forest took back the city)
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships lying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colours flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flyin' mother nature's silver seed
To a new home in the sun
After the Goldrush, Neil Young 1970
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Man, architecture and the fig.
Man versus Nature and Time.
Making of Harris' project
