Weasel Of Doom

I am in one of those moods today…

We used to have ivy at work. It climbed the walls of the old building, turned gorgeous colors in the fall, and even made it into some of our publications. It was distinctive, and cool. Somewhere along the line, a decision was made that the ivy had to go (high costs of tuck-pointing the brick, dontcha’ know. We are penny-wise and pound-foolish in all that we do).

Now all that’s left are dead branches, still clinging to the brickwork. A lot like this place, really. The roots have been torn out, and high above, the branches died.

For some reason, it makes me almost unbearably sad to walk by and see the tendrils still clinging to the brick, like little dead hands.