My inner child cringes when I see these metal carcasses rotting through out the city. For many of us they are our first taste of freedom, seeing such in this state is the antithesis and that hangs with you for a moment. In an odd way they remind me of prisoner skeletons slumped in hanging bird cages during pirate movies. Speaks to the environment of the city that something so admired, sturdy and efficient in function becomes chained, beaten, and neglected in rust. Unseen vultures pray on the available parts as time goes on and they become mangled, twisted representations of long forgotten dreams. Not an easy world out there, even for the inanimate.
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