The mysterious beauty in – and fascination generated by – the process of entropy: the lines in a face, the colours of leaves and blossoms as they journey back to the earth, the devolution of buildings as their creators and inhabitants lose interest, move on to something new, or simply succumb to the debility of age themselves.
This brick wall on Notre Dame Avenue, I believe, had been painted numerous times over the years, then not.
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