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The Dead Places: The Visual Delicacy of DecayIt’s easy to think of art in terms of what is instantly pleasing to the eye, of that which evokes a feeling of joy and hopefulness and blissful peacefulness or ecstatic exultation. This is the consideration of art as something that helps propel us forward through life – to out future great deeds, our career victories, or dreams of coming big events. But there is a peak to every life. At some point all people, and all places, and even all ideas have to begin the inevitable decline that is the other balancing half of a lifetime.
Pontiac by PionierUK
The Dead Places
The Visual Delicacy of Decay
Wed Mar 21, 2012, 7:00 PM
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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