I have made the journey down the old road through trees, past shallow puddles, and broken utilities to another world. Divided by an intersection, the world I seek was left behind, obscured by a vacancy of necessity by its previous stewards, whom only dealt in abandonment. Now all that remains of the ritualistic discarding of functionless articles, is the remnants of machines and structures, submerged under accretions and deposits made annually by the silent sentinels of the forest. To some this world is inconsequential, its use was lost years ago as laws stood in opposition of this world’s function. Now the only remainder of its glory, rusts and sinks into the earth’s recesses.
