LJ Idol // Week 8 // First World Problem
The Fate of all Things.
The slow decay of time shall creep beneath our world.
[There is a whole city beneath your feet.]
[This place is our prison; its cells are the bars.]
[In the ballroom of of the Lee Plaza Hotel the bones of a grand piano wait to be played.
There will be no more dancing here.]
The slow decay of time shall creep beneath our world.
This week's photographs are taken from The Ruins of Detroit by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre.
The slow decay of time shall creep beneath our world.
At the coming of the end, the dead will all be dead alike.
(Everything ends the same.)
[A child gazes out on a cold London street.
She is not allowed outside.]
What do you fear, little girl?
She is not allowed outside.]
What do you fear, little girl?
[There is a whole city beneath your feet.]
[This place is our prison; its cells are the bars.]
You cannot imagine a world other than this.
[She is afraid of the guns.]
It is the little things that matter.
[In the ballroom of of the Lee Plaza Hotel the bones of a grand piano wait to be played.
There will be no more dancing here.]
The slow decay of time shall creep beneath our world.
At the coming of the end, the dead will all be dead alike.
[No one will remember the greatness of the human race.]
Everything ends the same.
This week's photographs are taken from The Ruins of Detroit by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre.