Grime evolves, you know?
At first, it’s dust…
… like a powdered donut,
if not gobbled up it could fly away.
Then it becomes g r i t.
Endurance prevails at this stage.
It’s no Everest Peak, but HELL if I’d climb it!
You get the picture.
Timeless, evolutionary grime coats the walls of our great- great- great- grandfather’s bricks.
I can’t imagine the first settler in NYC.
Could he even fathom that his broom closet has now become a kitchen?
If Godliness is cleanliness, there is no God here, in the Big Apple.