A tree growing at an awkward angle
Half-peeled old paint on a wall
Discolouring on a brick wall
Sunburn and the smell of an old book
Watermarks on degraded stones
My eyes fixate on these things
Through my eyes
I sense the passing of time
I imagine when it was new
I see the history
The angle
The crack
The colour
The smell
The mark
All were created under unique condition
Each of them tells its own story
I try to listen and capture
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