Wasteland

I am writing about what it was like the last year at my job. I describe it as a wasteland because it was wasting away and I was powerless to do anything to change it. Your artwork here is a picture of what it was like.

MissMew commented earlier, "The girl looks so innocent with the world falling apart around her." I agree. I have been there holding my pale red balloon and watching my beloved surroundings disintegrate.

Could I please have your permission to reproduce this lovely piece of work on my blog as a representation of how I felt during that time? I would certainly give you credit in a link-up.

Thank you,
Dawn