“This placed used to be teeming with people. The fields were green, and kids were playing in the park.”
“And that car used to run? Don’t tell me you’d seen it on the highway.”
“Why are you so sceptical?”
“Cynical, not sceptical … In every cynic, there is a disappointed idealist. I came to the village in hope of seeing a different lifestyle, as described in your stories.” The grandson still looked cross.
How do I explain it to him that all that I described was true and real … till just three months ago? Nor can I change the fact that he has seen the world changing in a short span of time.
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space
with junk and shit
taking up the place
gone to seed
and appearing
sore to any discerning ayes~
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