The Decaying Wall

The wall is in an advanced stage of decay. An open sore seems to bleed a trail of brick fragments. Small plants, capitalizing on the work of dampness and mold, attack the vulnerable foundation. Microscopic elements advance slowly but inexorably. An iron support, a security guard, pretends not to notice the advance of decadence, prentends not to know what the future has store.

“No human structure can withstand the force of life.”
Dartwill Aquila