Forrest Seas
the forgotten room opens one eye
Nature, that slowest but most implacable of vandals, has begun to send her scouts through the shattered window panes. Curious, clever tendrils seek out the weakest places where the paint and plaster are most vulnerable. Slowly, slowly, with infinite patience, nature will take this place apart.
Nature has no interest in the people who once walked within these walls, the people who looked out that window, the people who built this place to last. Nature isn’t malevolent; she bears no animosity against those who constructed this room. Nature is indifferent. Nature is no more concerned with what became of the people who inhabited this room than those people were concerned about the comings and goings of ants.
We see this place and think of those people. We see this place and think of what it once was. We see this place and call it dilapidated and rundown. We see this place and wonder if it could ever be restored.
And it is. Slowly, slowly and with infinite patience, it is being restored.
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