The Old, Dutch Warehouse (part 2)

The old warehouse is divided in two 'halves.' The left side contained a shop for ship supplies (Dutch: Scheepsbenodigdheden), while the right side was a pub and liquor store (Tapperij & Slijterij). One might guess that this choice of businesses was a bit of tongue-in-cheek by the builder.

We can almost picture a rugged ship's captain buying supplies for his next expedition, and after that also stock some 'drinks' in the shop next to it, to keep himself and his crew 'moisturized.' during the long journeys at sea.

 

 

These images show some items that I added to the ship supplies half of the otherwise empty warehouse.  Again, this is just done for fun and the sake of these pics, cos the warehouse is still stored, hence off limits for a comprehensive decoration.

Note the spiderwebs on the image below. Those are real, not added by me. I guess this spider provides the threads of which dreams of discovery are made!

 

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The Launch Pad (Drone view)

The toy rocket launch pad is real to the mind of a child. The wish to reach for the stars in ingrained in all of us from a very early age. I bet those brave men who took us to the moon never stopped being children to begin with.

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Reflections.

He looked at his battered reflection in the old, weathered mirror, and couldn't believe he was still alive, considering the damage he had sustained. Well, that is, as much as a droid like him could be considered to be 'alive.' Was he, really? He thought about this quite regularly, and even more so now that he spent so much time alone. For sure, he was capable of conscious, autonomous thought, and felt emotions like joy, affection, fear, and sadness. All things associated with 'being alive.' But still..

He turned on the remaining light bulb in his left eye socket, and a warm glow illuminated the mirror. If anything, he thought, he wasn't capable of dreaming. Whenever he went into 'sleep mode' to allow his systems to get updates, upgrades, and the like, he never dreamed of anything. He resented that, in a way, because he knew that humans dreamed -even those who believed they didn't- , and that at least some animals like dogs did dream as well. As he imagined it, it was like being awake while being asleep. So maybe the ability to dream was actually the ultimate manifestation of being alive...

Someone once said to him: "they can take away everything from you, my friend, but nobody can take away your dreams. Those are yours and yours alone; your biggest treasure!"  He looked again at the mirror reflection of his battle damaged, metal alloy body, and thought: "But what if one doesn't have them? Does that mean that, when it comes to it, one has nothing left to lose?"

 

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for visiting, keep safe, and see you next time! 

 

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