Rewild - Reserved for Jordan
I imagined how the demolition would happen in a way to prepare for its inevitability. I pictured the chain-link fence being puled up like weeds and the garden beds being filled in with broken cinderblock.
I told myself that it was the only way I would have ever left Port Providence, and that there was a beauty to it becoming green space in perpetuity. Now that the house is gone, I imagine how the land will remember its true nature, just as I have.
I imagined how the demolition would happen in a way to prepare for its inevitability. I pictured the chain-link fence being puled up like weeds and the garden beds being filled in with broken cinderblock.
I told myself that it was the only way I would have ever left Port Providence, and that there was a beauty to it becoming green space in perpetuity. Now that the house is gone, I imagine how the land will remember its true nature, just as I have.
I imagined how the demolition would happen in a way to prepare for its inevitability. I pictured the chain-link fence being puled up like weeds and the garden beds being filled in with broken cinderblock.
I told myself that it was the only way I would have ever left Port Providence, and that there was a beauty to it becoming green space in perpetuity. Now that the house is gone, I imagine how the land will remember its true nature, just as I have.