This is position, or more accurately, a cellular integrated history of hemispheric relation to the sun. Gravity, color, warmth, and cold are all related.
What is the reason? No other, than simple attraction, cellular, indefinable, momentous and almost non-existent. It seems as if a directional pull, like gravity, exists in the moment, what is the season?
The impermanence of any given space is an echo of time. This hollow ring visually chimes in constant transformation. The light changes, the days grow long and short. Rain flies and snow falls. Steel corrodes, and concrete calcifies all the while chiming again and again in a different tone. Not retreating into the shadow except during the night. This is the abandoned, forgotten, left behind space. Tiny ripples extend to catch the corner of the mind. Maybe this is infinity. Maybe this will make you ill. Entropy is too easy a definition of what takes place beyond the veil our eyes provide our mind.
Left behind, without energy, it returns to a state that never was meant to be, and the energy of the past seeps into the ether.
This is a space that will not be looked at as a place of beauty. This is a cursed utilitarian monument to failure, a dais without a hall. It seems upon a longer look at objective facts, the space is not abandoned entirely. There are hints of infrequent use by people involved in scrapping, rock crushing, Earth moving. Weeks can go by with not a human change to the space. This is known, because there are no tracks in the snow. The tracks leave another memory, purpose driven reason to be at this place at a certain time. Shelter? Solitude? For no reason I will ever know.