Passing a behemoth of dereliction. A car-carrying trailer bent at right angles to itself. Great scraps of curling metal and rusty plastic, drowning in pollen and unable to gleam in the clear moonlight. Returning to a repurposed bank with star-cracked window-fronts in the middle of the night. Inside, carefully laid mayhem of abdicated responsibilities. Wall-to-ceiling piles of failed capitalism. Inside a vault, tinged with the patina of hubris, is stored mountains of futility.
11:06 p.m. - 2020-04-29
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