professor: none of these cracks mean anything to me, because i do not speak their language. but they are dulled mirrors and i see layers peeling off of each other and wonder how deeply it goes, where the first layer is hidden underneath, but after all, the first layer is no longer relevant. and they are so lucky to be so insignificant: they are allowed to hide beneath the newer layers whose decay and weakness are unavoidably visible to all critics. the biggest cracks are also the most vulnerable to blameful stares, their presence a simple symbol for growing neglect, a popular apathy and lack of care. cracks become imbued with the abject, because they are reminders of our gradual and ultimate deterioration, and are direct reflections of how we tend to ignore growing problems, symptomatic of our habit of waiting with impatience for others to fix the problem, heavy with infant optimism.
xmas tree going to heaven