Written from a prompt: Frame the absence of something
When does a building know its purpose?
Does it know from the moment its foundation is built? Does it see its blueprints, or is it one with the minds of those who invented its concept?
Perhaps, a building waits until its completion. Then, does it only know its purpose the moment its last brick has been fixed into place; when its roof is fit to shield its precious interiors? Or, is it not until those strange little people make use of the space that it holds, does the building only discover that purpose?
There was a tower that dominated a small island, located nowhere in the vast ocean. If it could think, it would have been asking these questions for as long as it could remember. See, while its top marked halfway between the ground and the clouds, it had been left behind – left unfinished by those who created it.
