Every day I walked over a parking lot in Darmstadt, Germany, on my
way to work. The parking lot was made of interlocking
bricks, as you'll often find in Germany (something much nicer than the
ugly, monotonous asphalt parking lots which predominate in the US). In
fall, the leaves get stuck to the ground when they get wet. Normally,
they'll get blown away by the wind. Sometimes, when the conditions are
right, they'll leave an imprint behind.
I saw such irony and symbolism in this scene: imprint, photography,
impressions, patterns, and much more. It caused me to think so much
that I even included it as a metaphore in a story I wrote. The story
was named 'Patterns'.
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