All around that place, almost wherever you look, its full of buildings under construction. Office complexes, Apartments, Trade centers and all. Full of huge half-finished concrete structures with protruding steel skeletons and little men moving about them in yellow helmets.
I remember reading somewhere, of someone sitting on his rooftop in a distant suburb of Boston and looking at the dusty sky above Boston far away. Dust rising from the perpetual construction of Boston, like a distant herd of buffalo charging in the planes.
And whenever I see huge structures being constructed, the first thing that comes to my mind is Howard Roark, and The Fountainhead.