Jan 29, 2006

strange neglect



A child's abandoned toy. An old decaying shack on the coast, seemingly untouched for years. A room full of lonely toys with pleading eyes. A rotting bed and a plastic angel figurine, her wings supporting abundant life, impaled on the rusty mattress springs. A pervasive odour of unpleasant tidings. Two creatures, original tags of sale still attached, lie upon the blanket of dead leaves, meant for an adorer they could never quite reach.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

you are just so strangely yet impressively weird.

Timberwolf said...

<3

Vittra said...

I will never know how you manage to make that so close to being sad and touching, despite that on the surface they're just objects.

Happy birthday, you little scamp! :-*