I photographed this image at a worn-out and abandoned construction site. And I thought of how dozens of workers once toiled over this piece of land, only to have their hard work forsaken. Because of the typhoons and extreme weather conditions that have been going on in the past few years, the exposed construction was barely there; only a few remains of past glories were left. This strip of steel bar was one of them. It was exhilarating to see how the acid rain left its beautiful yet tragic marks on the piece of steel. The striking orange pattern resulted from erosion, and would soon cause the steel bar to break. The construction site is a dying playground, while the youth of the hardworking laborers are eaten away.
The soul of the workers is as tough as steel. However, time is a strong acid.
You always knew that life does not last, but you though your work could live on.
You pampered the city with the best steel bars, and hammered your muscles like a twenty-four-seven machine.
But as you know, time is a strong acid.
The sun is unforgiving, the rain is sarcastic, and the people mind their own business.
You think you are the child king at the playground, who builds his castle at the sandbox. But beware of the setting sun. Your youth is crumbling away, because time is a strong acid.
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