I’ve often wondered when it comes to abandoned cars- why this particular dying place?
I find entropy fascinatingly horrible. Part of me doesn’t want to watch the process of death, decomposition and/or decay, but at times I am almost compelled to do so, because there’s also a strange and captivating beauty in it.
Perhaps my fascination with old and decomposing things lies in the knowledge that somewhere, in a better time, those things were once new and whole.
I could get lost in a place like this. Intentionally.
I don’t like what this world has turned into, at least culturally, and the turning began years-decades, actually- before I was born. Not all change is bad of course, but the moral and cultural disintegration of society is definitely a negative change as far as I’m concerned. I’ve said it before: Orwell’s 1984 was meant to serve as a warning, not an instruction manual. I think Orwell would be spinning in his grave if he could see just how eerily true his observations have become.
All the freaking time. Just look up at all the traffic cameras.
I do appreciate many technological advancements- in fact I would probably been long dead without a fair number of mid-20th century medical advances. Most likely I’d never lived beyond infancy, for good or for ill. And being the third (unwanted female to boot) of three, they’d probably never even bothered spending the scratch on the post mortem pic.
Once you’ve had three kids, don’t they all sort of look alike?
Anyone old enough to have ever had to mess with a broken cassette tape or who has been stranded miles away from a phone gets what I’m saying about technology. If we could have the technology without the dumb shit, and without the social and moral atrophy that seems to come along with it, perhaps utopia could be achieved!
I am not nearly that naïve. (Back to Orwell and Animal Farm and the time honored truth that some pigs are more equal than others.)
Of course, we all know that there is no such thing as a perfect world. In fact, I honestly believe in the devolution of humanity.
If only people knew… the VW “Thing” was a thinly disguised Kübelwagen.
And the whole Volkswagen concept was brewed up by Adolf Hitler.
I’ve commented many times on the strange beauty of abandoned machinery, and also of the concept that there might really be literal deus ex machina or real “gods in the machines.”
I can only imagine the silent witness written in cold, dead steel, and what does it have to say?
Sort of like a post mortem for an old, old VW Transporter.
The reality of the Transporters was (and is) that these are pretty much only meant to be owned and operated by technicians capable of repairing them.
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