Mad in January...

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness. 

― Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary 

January Barn 
Dublin, Ohio

paper-thin, paper-frail

from my Abandoned Ohio photos, Dublin
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Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. 


You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

― John Green, Paper Towns

come back

come back 
believer in shade 
believer in silence and elegance 
believer in ferns 
believer in patience 
believer in the rain

― W.S. Merwin ... and me


believer in moss ... (my addition)




image: Mossy Roof, Abandoned Ohio, Dublin