Pompeii

An amphitheatre for 20,000 fans is silent.

Nobody speaks in the forum. There's nothing to discuss.

Some homes have residents, still.

Their houses will slowly decay.

Their art will fade.

We fight to preserve memories against ever-present entropy. We try to visualize the catastrophic horror, extinguishing hopes and desires, separating families.

And then we complain because the buses don't run late on Sunday afternoon.