We walk through the bones of Titans of old,
Hallowed constructions and structures bold,
The ebb and flow of time’s seep,
Has sunk these ruins into ancient sleep,
Those fantastical buildings, Marvel’s of man,
Designed and built as a gigantic plan,
But those times have come and long gone,
These shells stand, while time moved on,
Magnificently ornate towers to a deity,
But a measure of time’s brevity,
Science and Industry, a global net,
Cannot avoid their temporal debt,
Populous cities so wide and tall,
But all within Time’s gaze are small,
The withered husks of these men, blown
By the span of time exceeding their own
For even the mightiest empire is weak to time
And ceases to exist, at the clock’s chime.
Do you know the feeling of walking in a place that has been steeped in time? Like walking through old castle ruins, dilapidated amusement parks, ghost towns, and the like? Just thinking about it, or glancing at a few pictures, is enough to drown you in it’s history. You can feel the stories seeping out of the stones, and the greens and grasses creep up to your ears to whisper of the souls who once walked these roads.
I can’t quite describe the feeling succinctly, I don’t know if there’s a word for it. “Waldeinsamkeit” is a german word for “the feeling of being lost in the woods”, which I think can be applied in a positive or negative tone, but I don’t think it fully covers what I mean to convey.
Imagine walking down a road in a city like Chernobyl, seeing weathered buildings and structures worn down by the passage of nothing but time itself. You start to catch glimpses into the past, imagining children running around a playground, men and women walking down the street, vehicles whizzing by. The ghostly memories can feel so vivid you’d swear that you were hallucinating them into existence. Just like that, the life of the city was blown out, and naught but the structures remain to quietly inform you of that which was.
I had a very similar experience when I was recently playing Heart Machine’s masterpiece, Hyper Light Drifter. In fact, looking back at this poem, which I wrote long before the video game was ever released, I can see strong resonance between the two. I don’t recall the circumstances under which I wrote this poem, but I do know that it came from the heart, which explains why I enjoyed Heart Machine’s game so much.
Anyhoo, Thank you for your time, roam, immerse yourselves in the places you visit, and see if you can take a peek through time wherever you go.