“Lead Chips, Latex Drips.” – Explorer’s Proverb
The handle of a door to a seclusion room in Hurricane Psychiatric Center’s abandoned Ward 25. This building has been abandoned for 24 years.
How fleeting the creations we make are. In but a mere 25 years, Mother Nature can skillfully undo our work. Her moisture undermines everything.
The paint we carefully slathered on the walls is reduced to 1/4 inch squares. The roof that we carefully shingled is crumbling, sinking in upon itself. The very wood that holds the structure together sags more with each passing day and every additional molecule of moisture.
We are but collective flashes in the pan. Our impact on this world seems to be, in the scheme of things, insignificant at best. We, as lives, as people are little more than long string of brief fire-cracker-like bursts of existence on a strand of fireworks lit several thousand years ago. Little more than another in a long succession of a brief bursts of light.
Energy, love, darkness, hope, creation, destruction and redemption and it all comes to fruition in nothing more than a brief, millisecond flash of brilliance.
You are a flash.
Live your life as if you never know when your fuse will run out.
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