It’s one of those things.
This year has not been a good blogging year for some reason. i’ve fallen out of love with the documentation process, i guess. purpose, generally speaking, seems to be eluding me. so much is meh.
i work on automation now. making things flow easy so i can have more time to think.
i hate ruin porn. the obsession of people to capture something that’s run down, destroyed, lost or just plain old makes me sick inside and yet i find myself chronicling the degradation of old copley hospital.
i can only think that what separates me from the ruin pornographers is that i only capture the external. i watch the flesh decompose without any desire to penetrate deeper and expose the fallen in ceilings or archetypal beams of light shining on some old toy or piece of furniture or, better yet, some old fashioned piano. that seems to be a thing people like to capture.