The Impermanence of Pleasure
my favourite thing I’ve seen in a while
overgrown abandoned things are my favorite thing ever. looking at them is lovely; standing in them—
—standing in them, i overlay what i see with what could have been, what must have been. place memories, likelihoods, forgotten moods and times and people, the silence of the present and the voices of the past.
just that connection is, in and of itself, enough. there aren’t stories, there are snapshots out of time; there’s nothing to write, there are only untouchable moments, softened by decay and rebirth and the gentle, inexorable overtaking of nature.