Price of Perspective

Broken buildings are some of my favorite things. Decaying structures have a way of showing us construction techniques without even trying. They also represent the passage of time, the cycle of events and nature. They are bitter and they are sweet. They are toil and they are sweat, and pleasant moments. They are textures, contrasts, colours and shapes.



Perspective comes at a cost.

Zipper's up, but nobody's home.

 

I didn't know what to write about this for days after I put in the photograph's HTML. I cleaned these seats off a couple of years ago. They were someone's trash and they were very disgusting. I think there were 24 of them - went along with the table of which I beleive there were 6.

This seating area is behind a bug-netting-device. This device is not closed, so there are bugs inside. There is a candle on the table.

Gauze.
 

Pink Flamingo, Panther Stomp-out.

At one time I worked in an office. Actually, I have worked in a lot of offices, but I am thinking of one in particular. The first office I worked in, actually. There were a lot of grabby people in that office and for some reason it was not considered taboo to grab a colleague's beverage and take a drink from it. I found this very irritating which, I think, is quite reasonable. One day I decided to start bringing chocolate rice and/or soy milk to work with me. That solved it.

Also, the guy with the Panther tattoo came back. The sheer violence with which he stomped that dandelion to death was astounding. Nearly forces me to stutter.

Maybe he was assing out a cigarette and the dandelion just got in the way. Either way it was astounding.

There is a forest behind the screen in the background. I thought I should mention this as a way of keeping myself on-theme.