I left the beach and started to walk south around Lake Tăbăcăriei. Peeking from behind a grassy hill were two structures, very similar yet very different. One is aimed at the heavens with the intention of carrying our attention to the higher plain of spiritual existence. The other spews our filth into the sky in hopes that it will go away and not bother us. We can ignore it for now, like sweeping the dirt under the rug, but the problem will grow and sever us from our beautiful blue sky.