A fountain downtown used to be covered with a layer of rust, which added a wistful quality of decay, bringing to mind the passage of time and the impermanence of all things.
I walked by today and saw that the fountain has been cleaned up. It now looks like a bunch of shiny silver boxes. But I think it looks much worse. It is boring now. There is nothing "there" when I look at it any more. Maybe part of the fun will be watching the rust slowly reappear, though. How long will it take?
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