Along the legendary Route 66 in the United States, I came across this sign:
An old neon light from days gone by. Somewhere there must have been a dancing here that attracted thousands of visitors on weekends.
What remains is a remnant of what once was. A signboard; A silent witness of past glory and transience.
Amidst the desolate landscape, the sight of this iconic car made a deep impression on me, a meeting between grandeur on the one hand and the inescapable changes of time on the other.