Familiar grooves etched into an abandoned highway. Wild kudzu claims everything, erasing old fixtures with emerald tendrils. I can smell long-untended vineyards from miles away. Sour blight, smashed into dunes of dust. Arriving at the husk of a once-quaint village. The leering mouths of broken shopfront windows suggest opulence. An abandoned Bible left on a bench. A pocket of undisturbed rose petals surrounded by spoilage. Every single street still lined with the hubris of The Aspirational %14.
9:21 a.m. - 2019-09-04
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