I started noticing something curious.

Many houses still have rows of chimneys on their roofs.  Solid, orderly, symbolic.

Once, chimneys were necessary.  Fireplaces needed them to breathe. Today, very few fireplaces are actually in use.  Yet the chimneys remain.

Because they signal status.

Like lawns dyed green before the season arrives.  Like appearances carefully preserved after function is gone.

It looks right.  It just isn’t real anymore.

Microwaved food is the same.  Warm on the surface,  but structurally altered beyond what the eye can see.

How much of our world still “looks functional,”  while only the shell remains?



—— XC Scribbles · 壹佰零壹 CI 🧱