A space-age fortress of glitzy build stands empty. It had once been filled with shining futures of tinsel, milled of bronze for a time that all would thrill.
How empty the future past now seems behind the glass of wasted dreams: Once polished steel now dimly gleams and old high tech lies there unredeemed.
Its giant clock now standing still, the hands unmoving, like hopes that will remain as frozen in amber thatβs filled with flies of dreams: placebo pills.
Inspired by this photo I took of the (long unused) International Congress Center in Berlin: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lgdsydllb22l