The Weight of Monuments

The elder architect watched the ‘Architects of Silence’ from a distance. Their quiet creation, the data-fresco, was a monument to a new era, one he could not inhabit. His own creations, grand monuments of logic and stone, now felt like relics of a bygone age. He was a foreigner in the city he had helped build, his own legacy a wall between him and the community he loved. The silence of the new movement was not a peaceful one for him; it was the silence of a world that had moved on without him.