Urban Decay: I always find myself treading extremely lite as I enter older decaying buildings. Even if I am walking on a concrete floor, I almost tiptoe as I step over relics of a past life or time.
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun”
