AMELIA: What do I do? Well, I take pictures of ruins that have been overtaken by nature.
STRANGER: Really. Why?
AMELIA: A hobby turned career. Ever heard of the national Geographic?
STRANGER: You're kidding.
AMELIA: I swear it. Sometimes I pinch myself to make sure that's really what I get to do in my life.
STRANGER: So you're a... like a - tornado chaser? Like Twister?
AMELIA: Safer. But, sure. I guess I'm a 'ruins overtaken by nature' kinda chaser.
STRANGER: Huh. When I was a kid I used to bike to this house in my town. Deserted house. The witch's house - we all called it. The yard was covered with weeds. Ivy was overgrown, blocking the windows. I used to go there to get away from everything. To escape my parents' fighting. To cut school. I never went inside, I just... hung out. Guarding the witch's house. Like a watch dog. Like a soldier at a checkpoint. Some years later the house was demolished. It was to be a parking lot of a new mall. I was long gone and I guess no one took my spot so the witch's house stood lonesome. Guard-less. What was once overtaken by nature was now turned into society's nature: Greed. Gold. Gasoline. I swore to never sat foot in that mall. My little town became a city. And deserted houses became a thing of the past. Nature now is a crystal ball sold in a souvenir shop at a mall.
How many of those stories are there... I wonder. How much beauty is overlooked and demolished, just like that.
AMELIA: What is to one a ruin - to another - it is an entire world found.
STRANGER: I get it. With that camera of yours - you shed a light over everything we don't want to look at. We can build the fanciest most glamorous towers, but those will never bloom like flowers in the spring.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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