The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Monday, 30 October 2017
Sure I Will Not See You Again Any More
Nothing thrives here anymore. Everything is dead. Even the weeds are gone, the dust blows in its stead. All around the trees fall down, the leaves have all decayed. The trunks are blacked, the earth is cracked, this place became a grave. I travel through this wretched place as quickly as I can, yellowed creeks like poison seeps its way across the land. I feel myself grow weaker in the presence of it all, the boundless death that takes my breath whispers life can't conquer all.