LJ Idol // Week 23 // Intersection -- Pass The Ammunition
A brief history of the human race.
They came from out of the ruins, from the shattered rush of a dying star. Uncurling in the dust, fighting for life. Spawned in a seedy bar in Soho, the human race wriggles out into the world.
Fight.
[All photographs begin like buildings: unscathed and in perfect condition.]
The war has only just begun.
The war has never ended.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
In Britain the Bronze Age comes crashing down until,
The economic upswing and;
The Iron Age falls into debt and disrepair;
And we succumb to the might of the Roman Roads,
Until;
We are born from nothing, and we return to nothing.
(If this is the case, does it make us all the same?)
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Look:
Here is a room that represents all rooms.
(In the past and future bonds of servitude and of love are forged within these walls.)
This is the slow decay of the image, of the slow decay of time.
Abandoned in Detroit, a child scribbles on a photograph; a message.
She urges you all to write Shakespearean graffiti on the walls of dying cities for
Ruin hath taught her thus to ruminate:
(If you do not fight, you will be fought)
Fight:
And know that when you do, time and history have already claimed their prize.
This is not forever.
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This week's three-way intersection was between myself, yachiru (who wrote No man is a hero to his valet, here) and lilyinchains (who wrote The Darkside, here). They're both wonderful entries from wonderful writers, and I highly recommend that you read them!
We decided on a photograph as our point of intersection, an image taken from "The Ruins of Detroit" by Yves Marchand & Romain Meffre, which you can see throughout this entry.
As well as the image, I also used two lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet 64: "Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate / That time will come and take my love away"
They came from out of the ruins, from the shattered rush of a dying star. Uncurling in the dust, fighting for life. Spawned in a seedy bar in Soho, the human race wriggles out into the world.
Fight.
[All photographs begin like buildings: unscathed and in perfect condition.]
The war has only just begun.
The war has never ended.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
In Britain the Bronze Age comes crashing down until,
The economic upswing and;
The Iron Age falls into debt and disrepair;
And we succumb to the might of the Roman Roads,
Until;
We are born from nothing, and we return to nothing.
(If this is the case, does it make us all the same?)
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Invade and Conquer.
Fight for independence.
Look:
Here is a room that represents all rooms.
(In the past and future bonds of servitude and of love are forged within these walls.)
This is the slow decay of the image, of the slow decay of time.
Abandoned in Detroit, a child scribbles on a photograph; a message.
She urges you all to write Shakespearean graffiti on the walls of dying cities for
Ruin hath taught her thus to ruminate:
(If you do not fight, you will be fought)
Fight:
And know that when you do, time and history have already claimed their prize.
This is not forever.
---
This week's three-way intersection was between myself, yachiru (who wrote No man is a hero to his valet, here) and lilyinchains (who wrote The Darkside, here). They're both wonderful entries from wonderful writers, and I highly recommend that you read them!
We decided on a photograph as our point of intersection, an image taken from "The Ruins of Detroit" by Yves Marchand & Romain Meffre, which you can see throughout this entry.
As well as the image, I also used two lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet 64: "Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate / That time will come and take my love away"