I mentioned in one of my last posts that Stephen's grandmother has a house in Mandarin, Florida. It's an old place, built a long time ago, with an old collapsing dock and other interesting buildings slowly decaying as she is unable to care for them. An old chicken coop, a barbeque hut, a grape arbor, and more.

Among the ruins I happened to find this mysterious mound of unknown origin, which feels strangely appropriate to post, given that I'm about halfway through reading The World Without Us.

A world without us will be filled with these mysterious markings of our presence.