I am surrounded by empty shelves.
Once showcasing a lifetime, today they appear little more than some phony braggart’s ground zero.
The boxes are piled high, filled with all these broken playthings. Each a testament to a moment frozen in time and forfeited to the ages.
The shelves themselves are eager for their latest stash. A bounty already too beautiful and too faded for this incorruptible space.
But just perfect, I fear, for tomorrow’s collateral damage.
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