But while he passed before a plashy place,
A lug-worm with its grey and muddy mouth
Sang that somewhere to north or west or south
There dwelt a gay, exulting, gentle race
Under the golden or the silver skies
— W.B. Yeats
yeah, i should have remembered to add "these images are a chilling foresight of what we will see as sea levels rise and submerge urban areas", someone should make one of the city of london with only the tops of the skyscrapers poking up. one for woebot to draw maybe.