Afterimage | Cultural remains Past stimulation Syndication ruins |
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hoving aside the thick vine overgrowth and gingerly stepping into the living/dying room, I was greeted by this scene of dilapidation. The presence of the television in the center of the shambles seemed both incongruous and poignant. Perhaps it is there to provide ghosts, banshees, and spirits with entertainment during their leisure time. I find the randomness of the debris field most interesting and wonder how often this unstable history museum is visited by corporeal humans.
“History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.” - Percy Bysshe Shelley
