people here are ruin. they all crumble, smoulder away, dry out.
vestiges of empires are blended with construction waste.
vestiges of modernity are dismantled, fit with glass, rebuilt, disguised.
remainings of city’s adornment are blended with a city swamp underfoot.
there are smalt and mosaic, in corrugations and puddles, under muddy water.
smalt and mosaic are plowed up along with black soils.
they are trampled in unripe soil, stretched across a field, scattered in a disquiet landscape.
all that is left on the walls is disguised with simple plaster
and heated with plastic foam. the storey is painted and ornamented.
all this is destined for a chaotic nature and narrative abruptness.
these all are wreckage.
these all are excerpts.
they are eliminated.
the ruins pile up, extending and documenting historical exfoliation.
from the inclusion perspective, they seem stable and permanent.
it seems that a process of decay, decline, and devastation lasts an eternity.
is timing possible? is it possible to frame this process from the inside?
people here arrange shoring.
people here repair breaks and cracks.
people here support the existence of ruin.
people here increase ruin.
people here are ruin.