Then one day, a sign went up. The lot was sold. We watched as the weeds were cleared, as someone else who wasn’t us began building a house that didn’t match any of our expectations. The house grew and grew until one day, the construction stopped. Since then, it’s been complete silence. All that’s left is a skeleton, wood planks and tarps battered by the wind.
The corpse of a house stagnating in their dream space.
