A bowl of blackberries, freshly picked
Award ribbons on the wall, dusty
A plastic dart gun, crushed
An old white t-shirt, stained in blood
Brown leather suitecase, burnt and shredded
A 1972 Barretta 9mm, oiled and cleaned
There is no future here. Just echoes. Patterns that one can ignore, and amuse. Mere shadows.
Don't look at the foundation. Don't run your fingers along the structures. Ignore the engravings. Please pass along. Don't read The List.