Hart Selective

There is something warm about rust . . . decay. . . slipping into ruin. Is it because that is what happens to us all? We are part of nature. The natural order of the world. The rhythm of the universe. I feel the rust of age creeping into my body. Into my mind. It is a good thing to know that I am just keeping my bargain with nature.

It is not always pleasant but what is a fella to do?