Thoughts on Eiffel's Tower

The bust of Eiffel himself is raised up, indignant, at the north leg of the tower. His mustache is strict, and bird droppings run down his head like sweat. His creation has overtaken him. The beams of this tower are so much bigger than his own. When, in a thousand years, a lonely human digs up its remains, he will think he has found an anchor that once tied down the sky.