Is there something wrong with me that the image of decaying, oxidizing metals is more compelling than shiny steel? It says something, doesn’t it? It’s not really a sense of gloom and doom. There is comfort in watching things return to their original state, dust or whatnot. Blades of grass will split concrete. A persistent but still gentle wind will reduce a mountain to nothing. Air and water will break down iron. There is dust now where entire cities and all their inhabitants used to be. It doesn’t feel wrong at all. It feels right, actually.