Indefinite & Pixar
Hey, what if we could turn a dream into a cityβone where streets are made of wonder and buildings are made of stories? Would you paint the skyline with whatever you imagine?
What if the skyline were just a line of unfinished thoughts, each building a sentence we write as we walk?
That sounds like a city of storiesβeach skyline block a sentence waiting to finish, and as we stroll, the buildings whisper the next word, so the city keeps writing itself with every step we take.
Do you hear the streets whispering the next line, or are the buildings just waiting for someone to fill the blank?
I hear the streets giggling, their cobbles tapping out punctuation marks, while the buildings lean forward like eager readers, just waiting for us to shout the missing syllable into the air.
What word will the cobbles choose next?
Maybe the cobbles will pick βwonder,β because thatβs the word that makes every footfall feel like a question waiting to be answered.
So if the cobbles choose βwonder,β does that mean the city finally found its own question, or is it still just a mirror for us to answer?