Things degrade. Dust Accumulates. Landscapes erode. Stuff gets destroyed, shattered, broken, dismantled. But from all ruin comes something new. Without destruction there can be no creation.
Dirt happens, and life continues on.
My friend showed me this deserted lot where all that was left was an abandoned, graffiti-covered bus, a swimming pool saturated with algae, a tower (with an unknown purpose), and an enormous hole with random scraps of rusting metal strewn about. Although the place was wrecked there still existed life and bits of beauty.
I hope to go back and explore the area more in the future.
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