
I’m forever fascinated by the way things break and decay. It’s all so mysterious and delicate. Like time is slowly squeezing the life out of every single thing, giving room for new ones to enter the world.
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I’m forever fascinated by the way things break and decay. It’s all so mysterious and delicate. Like time is slowly squeezing the life out of every single thing, giving room for new ones to enter the world.

I’ve used this bus stop ONCE. I much prefer to walk

Amazing the crap people stick on their houses (No, i’m not exactly a big fan of TV).
Like obscure extraterrestrial flag poles or crazy medieval weapons.

People leaving their marks via the art of scratchitti.
I one person does this it’s vandalism. If a lot does it, it’s art (IMHO).

I never understood the appeal slot machines have. They seem to be irresistible to some. Luckily I’m immune

Winter doesn’t seem to want to let go of little ol’ Denmark.
I for one, could use springtime. Let it come soon