As I walked with friends in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania (keyword:
sylvan), we were surprised to be told that it was the capital of the whole
gigantic state (gigantic should be spelled with a J {just my opinion}). So
after getting on our android®s to check up on our forgotten grade-school civic-facts, we embarked on a tour of the two-mile radius downtown section…. At
night!....Our tour guide was a stripper—believe it or not—lol. And that's a
long story i don't feel like telling right now. Anyways, the capital of PA has
these grand-but-decaying buildings that just brought Allen's Stardust Memories
to mind. So I will embark on a project for the phrase.
It's a perfectly valid description of a particular phenomenon. It's that sad and depressed feeling you get when you realize that no matter how great and majestic and important something is at the time, in time it's going to pass. Just like the [Shelley] poem — eventually, time kills everything. It's just that rotting statue of Ozymandias, a once-great statue, and now a broken-down piece of marble in the desert. So you get a depressed feeling because it gives you a sense of the futility of life, that all that you're working for, and all the things that seem so meaningful, are nothing."
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