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   You could tell that it was a slippery intersection where Asia collided with Europe and East with West. Westwards, institutional mass-functionality faded into individualistic architecture-aestheticism. Stacking concrete, steel, and glass tall and wide, eastern brutalism could be read as a statement. Socialism. Sufficiency. Power. Dominance. The western way was simply the way of least resistance. No statement so long as everything is nice and cozy and pretty and wooden underneath the shingles. My mind was drawn to the socialist idealism, my heart to the democratic warmth encoded in these urban blueprints.

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