Spinning Pins

In town, there had been a very tall crane in the process of building a hotel--not quite as tall as the crane--when a money problem stopped the work. The crane had been a pin for months, its pivots attracting eyes as the building's skeleton rose on itself, becoming a larger and larger pin on its way to being one of the city's permanent and notable ones. But now it is a standing lack. And it's said the crane may not be dismantled because it is not profitable to do so. The two of them together--unsettling crane, unfinished hotel--are now a single pin, a not unhappy marriage, both of them all function and empty and obvious.