Humans do not rule this land

Traveling through the empty space we move in slow motion. The monumental landscape scales us in a way that even if we move abruptly we look as though we just woke up from the deepest dream. Time passage is inscribed within the accretions of lava, the never-ending deluge of water and decay of man-made structures scattered throughout the land. The nature that surrounds us is changing rapidly, unpredictably and beyond anyone's control. From time to time there is a house or a car looking like an abandoned toy. A road sign warns about stones lurking on the steep slopes. Finally, in the middle of nowhere, a spill of concrete next to a piece of metal bridge which was destroyed during the flood a few years back. Humans do not rule this land. Raindrops ferociously hit the rooftop, and wind swings the metal tin. It's dark outside. We stop for the night.