How do you describe desolation? Sounds? Words? Images?
The sound of people passing by. Occasional crescendo of footsteps in an underground corridor. Them receding into silence. Soft footsteps that feel like a bitter bite on a soggy piece of sandwich. Hard clicks reminding a shiny black horse slowly prancing by. Silence as the norm. Overbearing and scaring every noise to submission. Muffled laughs. Conscious hushed speech.
The smell of perfumes and sweat as bodies walk past.
Diffused light from a glass window high above, making soft shadows that struggle to conceal themselves. The vision of skeletal trees above swaying in the spring breeze. Noiseless images of wind. Patches of clouds moving slowly across the blue sky.
