A handful of motionless bees in a small, off-white pool. A confused moth thudding softly against a wall. A cricket follows suit, and sits in stunned contemplation. The thin grime of early rain. Summoned particles of smoke or dust suspended in a shard of sunlight. The scent of autumn in the short minutes after the sun has fully absconded. Metal bars and concrete edges cool enough to grasp at length. Modern shrieking harpies vomiting sharp syllables the scatter impotently on asphalt and glass. Sojourns to the nostalgic courtyards of others. Undiminished vibrancy in the tiny pockets of life. A fattened squirrel pauses to discern a lack of threat. Grass once thick and spongy turned into patches of dirt and detritus. A changeover with the seasons. Either growth or entropy. Maybe both. The net result is the same.
5:03 p.m. - 2023-10-06
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