Doorway

Delightfully unkempt. Peeling paint, torn netting. Rotting wood.

I don't know why I'm drawn to chaotic, tired and crumbling things. Maybe I like to remember that we're all fighting entropy, that our transient youth and beauty are a brief and desperate flare of light in the eternal darkness of decay.

Or maybe it makes me feel less bad about the various DIY jobs I've been putting off at home.

Either way...