patterning piece

I was out this evening, half-walking half-running around and on my way back into the neighborhood when I started questioning why it is that I and we admire these industrial landscapes so much, and it struck me that there's something appealing about the patterns they repeat, such simple ones, so easy to comprehend--lines, squares, grids, boxes--and the structures these patterns create, so defiant of Death (and Life, by turn), impervious to pain, untouched by suffering... Good God y'all, do we Really Live Here? I mean, sure, it might blow your mind to truly examine a pitcher plant, or see a spider, or know what water is, but I mean Jesus Christ People, don't we know the goddamn difference?