No ParoleJudgement;Offender: Ten yearsVictim; Eternity
IndustrialismThe cranes stand tall against the horizon, their forms shrouded in silhouette form. They remind me of skeletons, remnants of the dead reawakened. Lonely fossils, longing for the life they once had."NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ALLOWED" marks the entrance to the graveyard. The fossils are dormant now, resting; they can't play unless the Orange Suits command them to. Until those Orange Suits come back, they won't move at all.But the Orange Suits aren't coming today; the rain stops them from coming out. In the rain, I imagine the skeletons crying. They want to play...but they aren't allowed to.I imagine the earth crying, too. The fossi