ABANDONMENT
27/10/2024 What shall I write? My imagination is recessing. Maybe. I feel like an author but without ideas. What shall I write? Maybe I’ll write about an abandoned car. A car. Left at the vacant car park. Maybe abandoned, maybe broke up, maybe it has a complex story which we can’t think of. We can only tell that it’s not being used anymore. The car stopped resisting the intertwined, which are now dead, bushes, long ago. The bush is not alone in there but, it has an acquaintance called moss. Moss and bush, different names same purpose. To grow on deserted places, places once were filed with people or maybe places which haven’t even welcomed a single soul on the soil. Rust is also there doing its one and only job, feeding on the metal found by men, extracted and processed by men. What could the rust do about it, it’s in its nature- when something is not used, rust comes in to finish the job. It’s the humanities false enemy. We deem rust as a bad thing, we try to produce metal as good a
