Well... here we are. We began our walk staring at the White House, grappling with the abstract weight of the presidency. And now we’ve ended here, surrounded by the very concrete sacrifice of the soldier. It’s quite the transition.
In between, we’ve traced the veins of the city... past the vaults of the Treasury and the echoing halls of the Interior. We’ve seen enough limestone to build a small mountain range. But standing here, listening to the steady rush of these fountains, the architecture feels different.
You see, the pillars and the porticos are designed to make you feel small. To remind you of the state's permanence. But looking at these gold stars... you realize the state is actually fragile. It relies entirely on the citizen. The stone facades are only as strong as the people they represent. Thanks for walking with me.
