Photo: Aged Collage.
October 7th, 2009 by Lex
Torn and rusted, a shelter for the lost, for the temporal.
Torn and rusted, a shelter for the lost, for the temporal.
Some room to breathe in this tanked shell of water and stasis. Scramble up the lines to a clean surface.
A narrow, skeletal machine with a beige plastic skin over its lifeless wings.
Shatter through a glass hive, a home of crisp metal and mirror, a construct of line and shape.
You creak with finesse, focus with might. You open the waters, shed the metal, and dive right in. What a cold day.
A shaky metal dinosaur looms on the horizon. You can feel its silent rusty growl.