Time Crawls Backwards

August 02, 2010: Every time I drive north to visit my parents, I pass this farm. I'm not sure what happened to it exactly because it's been like this for as long as I can remember.

Much of my drive is like this. Not so much the bit about buildings falling apart, although that's true too, but that things here haven't changed much.

In the city I can point to a dozen new landmarks that have sprung up in the 18 years that I've lived here. But in this place? It's like time crawls backwards.