The decadent wall was a last reminder of the passing time.
It was awaiting the period when it would become a part of
the new society.
The new buildings where encroaching a no mans land of
destruction. Giving credence to the rumor that the grass
is always greener.
These where times of renewal but disappointment could
be in seen as renewal is always followed by degradation.
The expansion of the habitable areas, are always in forward
motions.
Yet the areas are never habitable for long.
Something always pushes people out.
Whether its the monotonous nature of living in the same area
for an entire life.
Or the sheep-like insecurities of humans as they gradually push
out those in front of them.
The degradation never ends, seems it just gets replenished
and slowed.
Time has revealed the destruction and chaos of the former
state before it is crushed by the eventuality of stability
It seems that the will of the land is an obstacle to be
worked around not an interest to be served.
Deserts and hills mean nothing to this place.
It seems society was running from something, but
this thing couldn't be outrun.
The running would never stop though , it couldn't.
It was much like a generator, if it stopped would cause a
collapse, as it seems abundance, like want, ruins all.
As every road has two directions but seems this route
only ever goes one way.
Turning back is not an option.
It never was.