I have recently been caused to think about decay * and in so doing I have been reminded of my general preference for things that are slightly past their prime (with the exception of food – over-ripe fruit makes me gag). In an age that is fixated on the new and “perfect”, the patina of age is under-appreciated. I have come to realize that I rather like the weather-beaten, the well-worn, and the slightly crumpled. Faded glory perhaps.
* admittedly a different train of thought, but very worthy of your next five minutes: