Bent nails broken bottles by the rainbow full plastic shards paper and paper and still-life's and -lesses -mores and pages of pages of split shelves - cans (and can'ts), covers and leftover rags, leftovers - left-unders - boxes, edges, corrugated strands, vents rails and rows - strips and pans - brass handles dust and fragments and curves of only god knows - and none cared... the sheer scent of CORRUPTIONS of souls left behind... of humanities self-wonderings of ghosts.
Every thing that's broken tossed away thrown away - out cast, passed, and past DOOMED to eternities of ...waiting.
Covered over... left on BREW, awaiting being DONE.
Comes the brushes and Oooo's and Ahh's when millennia to come - rediscovering - nothing again - but the trash always discarded... and the passed awaiting and the past - again... undone.
And each time one footstep has been walked, it is seen as something new, yet to someone else, there have been many footsteps walked there before and the past is undone and relived, not new to them...but placed back on the heat to remold perception.
Delicate, so delicate...is perception and what is lost and gained in-between moments reflected....gathered and given meaning.
I completely get this, and feel I live these moments on a daily basis, of 'what the heck am i doing, how did i get here, and why?' type life-
Love how you put so much detail and thought-shifts that were easy to follow.
I am enjoying your work!!
Chris, this is a more than superb way to display the eternal debris of the indifferent; tis how it is, the minutae that mess with our planet. Your words are an un-treasure map of Earth, not just today's, but past and future.
Sweep up the broken. Just put them under the rug, out of the way. That's what we do. Don't try to fix anything. Don't learn from our past. Out of sight out of mind.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
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