out of anxiety and isolation and frustration and boredom, people ruin and forget a beautiful thing that we created to bridge a distance. slowly it becomes overgrown and returns itself to the natural world. a monolith of that memory of the isolated spot you would hang out as a teenager and be stupid and young, while always wanting to get out and get away. you have no idea how powerful that distance will become.
you know, its goddamned spooky that the founder of Toys R Us, aka the “i don’t want to grow up, i’m a toys r us kid” store, was named Charles Lazarus.