The Smell of Hot Tar somehow brings memories of childhood times. Endless minutes and hours stuck in traffic jump just to make it for the holidays on time.
But, the city that we allow to grow around us defines who we are.
But, the city that we allow to grow around us defines who we are.
Under the Tar, "under The Cobblestones, the Beach!" ("sous les pavés, la plage" 1968).
It is time to remember. The city makes us and un-makes us.
It is time to remember. The city makes us and un-makes us.
The city is just Hot Coal Tar, and we should be its designers.
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