This Place Now

On the other side is the other end of the road. Once there weren't two ends, but a continuity completed by a bridge. But the highway no longer follows this course. Over there a bright slide of shell deposit is a detail of erosion by "nature" - the complex combination of elements we consider normal entropy. If we saw a 100 year history of this place sped into a 5 minute block, the fill would rise with the swiftly moving specs we would eventually recognize as workmen. The bridge would extend toward us. A link would be achieved. Cars and trucks would whiz in both directions for a few minutes. Then stop. The bridge would disappear. The fill would gradually crumble 'til we see this one frame zip by. And the future would last only seconds when the 100 years would be over. But this one image is all I can give you. As is so often the case.