The fragility of the physical things we invest in, with everything we have, but especially with mean

It s now a bonafide ghost town . I was wearing hotel resort thailand flip flops when I visited hotel resort thailand a few months ago, and so I walked hotel resort thailand carefully, mincing around gravel glinting with shards of brown and green glass. Shattered remnants of opportunistic parties.
Yellow hotel resort thailand agave was in flower, the air was hot, musky, rotting. I walked hotel resort thailand along the broad stone foundation of what had been someone's house, where the gravel had been graded. I realized it had been the path to someone s front door. Once.
I imagined I was walking towards my house, and I further imagined that it was getting dark, the sun was setting and that crazy New Mexico sky was darkening to even deeper blue. The house, with its walls magically reassembled, would be fairly glowing, all lit up from the inside. Someone would be fixing dinner.
The fragility of the physical things we invest in, with everything we have, but especially with meaning. They become empty and abandoned so quickly. And then we say they are home to no one but the ghosts.
I live in New Mexico but have never been to Kelly just added it to my list. I m a little obsessed with dilapidated buildings and desolate places, so ghost towns fascinate me. (My therapist and I are working on why this is ha.) Thanks for this thoughtful post.