Quondam | Previously belonging To some prior time Irreversibly expired |
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t a nondescript remote crossroads sits a decaying antique grocery store. It makes me wonder about the products it once stocked and the identity of the departed customers. The monochromatic grays of the naturally aged wood siding and the visual interaction of various planes and surfaces are interesting. Time overpowers everything. I am glad I stopped to take a close look.
“The moments of the past do not remain still; they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future, towards a future which has itself become the past, and draw us on in their train.” - Marcel Proust
