Fade to Grey

I pass this wee house  when I  go for a walk through Castleroe on the banks of the Bann. I can vaguely remember it in better days, when it still had a roof, but even then I don’t remember if there was ever someone living there and now it is gradually becoming part of the background and no doubt when things “pick up” it will disappear completely and be forgotten as a place where people lived, Then again such is the nature of things.

Our senses are designed to be repelled by decay. Nature has designed it so. Decay contain pathogens and poisons. If we were not “disgusted,” these might be reabsorbed or consumed by the body. The wastes and poisons themselves are not inherently bad, in fact they are quite interesting and intriguing and scientifically compelling. I suppose we should not be replled by the wonders of nature, but our awareness that life – and everything in life – deteriorates and changes into something that in time will no longer be attractive to us at the level of sense experience.

Which is a pity, there is a beauty in decay, sometimes hard to find and harder to appreicate but, I think, is there none the less.