I first posted this temporal story two years ago today. On a very different kind of Christmas Eve. It's about empires, and their brevity.

Harlem Heights Manhattan.

February 23rd 11:16am 5018~CE.

I figured that part of the former City would be above water. ...it was. There above you see the ancient subway exit of the the 145th Street station. Tunnels will be one of our most lasting monuments.

I climbed the fused stones to an open air of wilderness. What was still of the Heights was engulfed in semi-tropical rain forest. Much as Aztec cities before it. Though late winter it was very warm, and humid. Giant dragonflies flew above.

No trace of people.

The ruins above the deeper ocean now home to insects, and small mammals. Humanity if such there be. May be further inland. 3000 years is long enough for several cultures to have risen frayed, and passed. I sat on a moss covered log, and posted this entry.

Oh how brief are empires.