The Beauty of Decay

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.” 
    William Shakespeare, Richard II

As an object is left to lie fallow the earth eats away at it, consuming its every nature until it is unrecognisable.  The shiny vibrant colours or sweet succulent smell that once made it characterizable are no longer present. We are simply left with a disfigured, dismembered, lifeless object that hurts one’s eyes to look at. Each day it loses a part of itself as if its soul is vanishing into thin ear. The bacteria, at the service of mother nature as she sits and waits for her spawn to energise her. She is God-like in nature, the way that she can decide what new life to create; some would even say she is God.