Saudade do Brasilia, 1960

A short story about mortality.

Imagine, if you will, Oscar Niemeyer as he watches Brasilia being built before his eyes, a shining, modernist wonderland in the very belly of the Amazon.

Already in his mind, he is envisioning what this fine city will look like in the future — when grass grows over its sidewalks, when its towers are engulfed in ivy, when its buildings are robed in green, when its grand edifices are seen crumbling in the light of the evening sun, when its streets are all in emerald clad.

Would he then have a home upon the earth?