Executives of the Silent City

They emerge from brick and shadow, ties knotted like oaths they no longer remember making. Their faces are buildings— windows sealed, doors locked, hallways echoing with decisions never questioned. Each step is measured, approved, standardized, as if the street itself issued marching orders. Inside those towers of bone and concrete, thoughts file paperwork in endless rooms, while hearts are relegated to basements marked restricted access. They walk forward together, not as men, not as structures, but as institutions pretending to breathe— a city wearing suits, a future zoning out its own humanity.