I left the urban skyline for a mountain skyline. Naturalistic landscapes, and that would include this one, evolve terrain within a host paradigm of context. Its strength is the illusion, we can rise above ourselves. It asks a question: What is history. How can it be what we left behind. What we will have left behind will be insight into What Is Entropy. We are here to defy entropy. How do we defy the gravitas of particle physics. By building what we think of as beautiful stuff. Hollywood buys us dystopia. The distinction of death with dignity. Death with grace. Death with what has been done here. The places we live in have replaced the places we lived in. The High Line is extraordinary because it is itself an artifact. One that connects us to our fleeting space in time. Not time as an agreement among homo sapiens. But a time where terrain and geography shape evolution and the stuff of us. Even as we crumble, we recognize birth and rebirth as Icons we cannot move the needle on. We move the focus to see the things we think we remember. Our second selves will tell us that the dirt and the moisture and the snow and the microbes of life make what we think of as a community. We are the High Line. We are captivated by the mix of memory and the loss of memory. We have deep memory of nature because we are nature even when we uglify it with contempt. The High Line takes us briefly back. And back again with green as if there are answers in that because there are.