Junkyard Diaries

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The Treasure Behind The Rust

A GRAPHIC NOVEL An Ink Studio Publication

To look at the civilization, stripped, decayed and abandoned,

Is to watch the autumn of our lives,

And amongst this corroded landscape, I find hidden memories, Precious sentiments and

The treasures behind the rust

But that day, I found words;

Calling, intense and poetic.

“

Amongst the dead, I am but, living, Chained to fate and changing times,

I have seen wars and famine,

love and death,

grief and joy,

I have histories to tell,

My very being; a tactile tale,

Follow the trail, my inquisitive friend,

It’s a pressing matter.

“

Past the

idiot; sp

ewing h is guts o ut, Trudge through the dark corrosio ness and n that is of your the sad society, truth

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Pass the overbearing watchman on

the top of the mechanical tower,

And past an old Olympian friend of mine, lost and deserted behind a cage of rust, chaos and technology,

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With characters as assorted as a love song,

Armored in lead against the strength of time,

In this palace of rundown and broken things, I stand as a king of my epoch,

Save my soul and so save a legacy,

It’s a pressing matter.

“

Save The Letterpress.

An INK STUDIO Publication AT INKSTUDIO 2014 Illustration by Nayana Gupta