I come upon a narrow rusting door, an ambivalent oxidized portal shut tight to a dusty darkened chamber...what lies within are perhaps a few tangible symbols of a life long faded...or some consecrated offerings to an obnubilated spirit...
what then when the metal wears thin and the neglected vault finally tumbles to the ground?...
the death of a tomb - a double-death unsung in a sepulchral alley, with only heavy rutilant elements of iron still suspended in the dewy corrosive air...
[Cimetière de Belleville, 20e Arr.]
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Amazing how things man builds tend to crumble in time, unless they are extraordinarily well built in the first place, like the pyramids...
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