Almost opposite the little house that hums there is a little house that has crumbled. Its skin has fallen off and its bones are showing.
The tall person told me that it reminds him of a carcass of an animal picked over by vultures and left to fossilise on the great savannahs of Africa.
I sometimes pause when I am passing by and imagine the people that once lived there and wonder why their home became empty and neglected.
I asked the tall person about this and he said that if we don’t look after the things that we care about they will begin to wither and eventually will disappear.
Hmm, don’t worry tall person I will look after you. I don’t want you to fossilise!