My Path to Manic Depression Remission

Today I celebrate my mental health remission. How beating manic depression, aka bipolar 1, is not only possible, but it’s really not that complicated if we live mindfully and intentionally consistent. Consistency is the most important component of this golden elixir’s equation. My life has transformed from crippling anxiety to effortless.

How I achieve mental health remission. Written poorly by someone who rarely uses spellcheck. I’m a terrible writer, but hey I’m only human, right? Somedays I’m not so sure, but we’ll get to that another time. For now, let’s get to it. Call it combat training.

I wrote this earlier today in the BP Hope for Bipolar group. It’s not only my daily routine, but my recipe for achieving life balance. This includes my mental health of which I now refer to as my manic depression (bipolar 1) remission. If something resonates with you that’s great, if not that’s ok, too. 😉

This is my all day version. It’s all connected to being able to wind down at the end of the day.

I believe in the Roman philosopher Seneca who said “luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” Luck doesn’t happen to us. We are an active participant in creating it. Our will manifests it.

Wake up thankful to have another day to live. Get up. Drink water. Open up the doors and appreciate the birds chirping. Make my bed with my headphones on. Eat savory food before anything sweet. Make coffee iced, sometimes mocha.

Exercise early each morning around 8:30. Get outside with music for 1.5 hours. Immerse in nature. Talk to the creatures I see that also notice me.

Smile at everything along my path. Even a half smile can boost our mood. I keep my headphones on a setting that allows me to still hear and connect with my natural surroundings. Nature interrupts my travels with dragonflies, hawks, and sometimes even a white feather hovering in mid-air. That last one I’ll tell you more about later.

While walking I keep Siri busy taking notes about thoughts and observations along my morning journey. In three years I’ve logged over 2,300 thoughts. I find practicing thinking on my feet is the most natural way for my mind to open. Wide.

Then later I review these notes, prioritize a few for the day and further explore them later that afternoon. Sometimes I forget them altogether. If it’s a good, solid idea I find they make their way back into my next walk or two. If it’s worth remembering, I will.

Sing, write, design, build, and learn something new each day. Talk to someone voice to voice and face to face. Body language is important and crucial for truly connecting with ourselves and others. Seeing is believing. We were never meant to rapid fire text each other in order to communicate. Stop doom scrolling. Start by sharing your voice.

Practice forgiveness and active listening. Stop focusing on finding the opportune moment to interrupt. Listen more and talk less. It’s not easy, I’ll be the first to admit.

Intermittent light fasting. Don’t overeat. Eat smaller meals. Drink smoothies with fruit and spinach. Eat fresh foods. Rest. Afternoon siesta. I learned how important this was while living in Cortona, Italy. Rest the body and mind. Refresh the soul.

No caffeine or sugar after 6 pm. Eat a well rounded meal supporting brain, heart, and gut health. Watch something funny or light hearted. Count my blessings. Pray for those I know, and especially those I’ll never know.

Give a wink to God, Mother Nature, and the Universe. Live simply shedding materialism. Be the light, energy, and awareness I seek. Give myself and even my demons a hug. Rest consistently. Yes, rest.

Make mistakes and try everything. That’s been my path to wisdom. Be willing to know and celebrate I know nothing. Socrates was right about that all along.

Breathe. Enjoy the silence. Be mindful. Celebrate solitude. In those moments our connection to everything is unbreakable. It’s within that divine interconnectedness we know we are never alone.

These practices have allowed me to not only manage, but overcome my manic depression, aka bipolar 1 disorder. I now say I’m in mental health remission. Yes, I still talk to my friend, the feisty owl, for a full five minutes.

P. S. Manic depression, aka bipolar 1, wasn’t something I acquired like the flu. It’s riddled throughout my entire family tree’s DNA. That’s not always a bad thing, either, because yes it crushes our souls, but it’s also the key in unlocking our superpowers.

If you’re curious, like me, do a search for artists and singers, actors and writers, poets and playwrights. They all had the divine spark of madness, too. Madness and genius go hand-in-hand. Ask around.

Two books I highly recommend if you’d like to understand manic depression further, take a look at Kay Redfield Jamison’s An Unquiet Mind and Touched with Fire. When I was first diagnosed with bipolar 1, I found these books quite helpful in guiding me through my new reality.

“‘David, have you ever considered you don’t have any mental illness at all? Could you possibly just have an immensely rich imagination?’ It’s both.”

— Dr. Gergana Dimitrova, MD, psychiatrist, friend, and former Medical Director at Carolina Center for Behavioral Health

The Mind’s Eye of George Lucas Storytelling

So many of us, especially Generation X, understand the impact Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark made on our young lives. We played with our spaceships, traded cards, built models, and lived vicariously through our action figures. I’ll never forget the first time I saw Star Wars a year after it’s release in 1978. My Mom reminded me recently that I nudged her during the entire film. She said I kept saying “Mommy, that was wrong.” At just six years old I was picking apart the visuals from nearly black garbage mattes around T.I.E. Fighters and X-Wings to painted scene extensions that didn’t quite match the perspective of the live action plates. The most compelling shots were primarily composed of Ralph McQuarrie paintings on glass with live action areas comped in.

After that first viewing my inner knowing told me that this was my future. I endlessly studied the cinematic, magic arts of making movies a reality through whatever means necessary to sell the shot. Now I’m pursuing my own adventures in writing screenplays for tomorrow’s version of me.

“You don’t invent technology and then figure out what to do with it. First you come up with an artistic problem and then you invent technology in order to tell the story you want and to realize your vision.”

— George Lucas, Film Visionary

“No decision is the worst decision. If you have a passion, decide and pursue it. Don’t wait long enough so that others will make decisions for you.”

— George Lucas, Writer, Director, Producer, and Technologist

The Father of Common Sense

We could all use a little common sense right now. Possibly more than ever in recent memory. The American Crisis (no. 1), December 19, 1776, by Thomas Paine.

The American crisis (No. 1) By the author of Common sense. [Boston] Sold opposite the court house Queen Street [1776].

“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death. My own line of reasoning is to myself as strait and clear as a ray of light.” — Thomas Paine

(from The Library of Congress)

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When I first came across this quote it was attributed to Leonardo da Vinci. I found a website that debunked this claim and correctly assigned it to Thomas Paine.

https://suebrewton.com/2015/11/30/no-leonardo-da-vinci-did-not-write-that/

Dismantling My Narcissistic Nature

Throughout my life I’ve garnered my share of art and design awards. Beginning in second grade elementary, continuing through middle school, high school, and college. This trend spiked during my professional career. However, the two Humanitarian Awards I received at Skyland Trail in Atlanta, Georgia, are the two closest to my heart. That’s where I began shifting toward supporting and boosting the light of others. The narcissist within that ruled over me began breaking down. I realized the light I had been pursuing wasn’t my own. I was chasing a nightmare disguised as a lucid dream state.

This isn’t a boast, more to the point it’s a reflection of the moment my narcissistic tendencies began to dissolve inviting my innate empath back into my life. Growing up I had no idea what skills like active listening were. My sisters used to offer me a nickel to be quiet for five minutes. I never made a dime’s worth. I got roasted in 1996 when I had my first review with my boss. That was just the beginning of dismantling my self-centered nature. Little did I realize how envious I was of those around me who showed compassion for others. My other vices fueling deadly sins in my wake vanished overnight.

All I had to do was ask God to show me “blatant signs” that I was on the right path. He showed me how to not follow paths at all, but take to the sky.

“The shadow of an empath is born from endless giving. Once unleashed, it has the fire that cannot be tamed.”

— Carl Gustav Jung, Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst

Stop Stigmatizing the Term Mental Illness

The term mental illness has become just another stigmatized weapon of weak, narrow-minded fools, halfwits, and bullies who, if you call their bluffs, have no real power over anything and especially over anyone. However, mental wellness is what we all deserve and seek whether we’ve been diagnosed or not. Those of us showing up daily seeking mental wellness know it’s not something to be taken lightly. It takes effort. Endless effort. Yes, endless.

Mental wellness education begins at home, and now we’re finally taking a much closer look at so many things that were casually swept under the rug because the truth was too painful. Our families were attempting to protect us by not addressing the obvious in hindsight. You know that uncle of yours that no one ever really told you about while you were facing the same demons? He was my uncle, and we both faced them head on. I know first hand. I don’t blame anyone for my own trials.

My family did the best they could at the time. I believe in their hearts they felt that they were protecting me. The fact is that the only way we will survive is realizing we have nearly everything in common if we’re willing to seek the truth. Truth. It doesn’t just matter. It’s what we wake up for each day except we now live in a time that it’s challenging to know what the truth really is, or is it? Take a look around. A really deeply focused look around. The bullies think they can manipulate and cast their gas-lit distortion fields on us, and we will just say thank you, sir, may I have another. There’s a fine line between genius and madness. Let that sink in. I must be another one of thos crazy ones that should be “locked up,” right?

Not even close. I know my truth, and I’ll always choose to show up over hiding behind ignorance spread by false prophets. I’ve been one of the crazy ones for 53 years, and I have 47 more to go. Stay strong. Be well.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

— Steve Jobs, Founder, Chairman, CEO, Investor, and Inventor

Sam Altman and Trump in Bed Again 👹 ❤️‍🔥 😡

Wow! SAm AlTmAN, our Prince of Darkness and leader of the cyclops zombie apocalypse, has been working out. I’ve never seen him so buff and a deep, red tan, too. I noticed Sam’s gold horns, too. A gift I’m sure.

Talk about horny…feeling thorny Donald? Thank you Trey Parker, Matt Stone, and the entirety of South Park. Bravo gentlemen. Ya’ll keep on keeping on. Your portrayal of the presidency’s microcosm is gold!

We Love You Stephen Colbert ❤️ 🚀🍦

Enough is enough. I guess that’s what the corporate bullshit vultures told Stephen Colbert. They not only cancelled him, they even cancelled the ongoing legacy of “The Late Show” since 1993 with David Letterman.

They cannot keep Stephen Colbert’s voice quiet beyond late night nor can they keep him from living out his “Americone Dream.” I’m with you Stephen, and so is your massive fan base. You’re the real deal.

Stranger Things S5

A few days ago Netflix dropped the Stranger Things Season 5 Official Teaser. I noticed the running time immediately. 2:47. That’s 11, 11. Double eleven might be a clue regarding the heroes of the final season. We have Eleven and now another. The Duffer Brothers were quite clear early on in Season 1 that Will Byers is tied directly to the Upside Down, now more than ever in Season 5. Lore duality lives at the heart of the narrative. Tolkien and D&D. The password to enter “Castle Byers” was a subtle hint. Radagast. What class is Will’s D&D character? A wizard. Who is Will? Alatar, one of Tolkien’s own Blue Wizards.

Getting back to the running time tie-in to 11:11 let’s take a closer look through the lens of an expert. According to Kaitlyn Kaerhart (pronounced care-heart), Mystic, Astrologer and Author of the international best seller You Are Cosmic Code: Essential Numerology “11 is also associated with spirituality, creativity, and innovation — all things worth connecting to in the face of a new beginning or fresh start,” from “1111 Meaning: What This Angel Number Is Plus How To Work With It.” Kaerhart’s own inner knowing is clear: “If you are seeing the number 11 repeated, you’re connecting with your intuition in a new and powerful way.”

Sleuthing the Detective Genre

In 1841 Edgar Allan Poe created the detective genre. Nearly a century years later, in 1939, Detective Comics introduced The Bat-man in issue #27. Edgar’s my birthday twin. We both spent formative time on Sullivan’s Island and around the Charleston area of the South Carolina Lowcountry 163 years apart. We’re both fond of writing short stories. Edgar invented the genre of detective mysteries in 1841 with his first locked-room mystery “The Murders in the Rue Morgue.”

Just one year after Action Comics gave us Superman we were delivered a darker hero. In 1939 Detective Comics introduced the world to The Bat-man, later shortened to The Batman removing the hyphen. Down the line following a handful of mergers DC Comics was officially branded in 1977 as the home of Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, and an entire expanded universe of heroes, heroines, gods, and demigods. Poe understood the dark and the light of character.

Poe directly influenced the creation of not only Detective Comics, but also the creation of The Batman. In 2003 DC Comics published Batman: Nevermore (Volume 1). It was a limited series starring Batman and Edgar Allan Poe. Based in nineteenth-century Baltimore they team up to solve a series of murders from a serial killer on the loose.

Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy would appeal to Poe’s shadowy sensitivities. The Joker arrived in 1940, and it’s no stretch of the imagination that he was born from Poe’s ashes. Heath Ledger’s portrayal of the maniacal madman solidified itself in film history. While other Jokers followed, only Joaquin Phoenix was able to recapture audiences with his psychotic portrayal in his origin story The Joker. Now that we have a new Superman my bets for the next film will feature Batman or possibly an all-in, decked out Justice League versus The Legion of Doom. Why wait? Knock it out of the park, Mr. Gunn.

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” — Edgar Allan Poe

2003’s Batman: Nevermore is centered around a serial killer’s murder spree in nineteenth-century Baltimore. Penned by writer Len Wein and drawn by Guy Davis. Wein’s storyline incorporates Poe’s stylistic undercurrents in a tale that never breaks character. Lenore makes an appearance as the love of this fictional portrayal of Poe throughout this series of murder mysteries. Poe’s motifs are on full display carrying the compelling narrative filled with intrigue and the usual suspects that Batman may not be a hero after all. He may be the killer in disguise.

Inking Comics for $5 a Page ✒️ Celebrating Joe Kubert

Joe Kubert was born in Jezierzany, Poland in 1926 and died in Morristown, New Jersey in 2012. He is a highly decorated Comic Book Artist, Art Teacher, and Founder of The Joe Kubert School of Cartoon and Graphic Art in Madison, New Jersey. He and his wife, Muriel, founded the school in 1976. During that first year their school garnered a roster of 22 students.

In 1938, at age 12, Joe Kubert began inking comics for $5 a page. That same year Action Comics introduced us to Superman in its debut issue. Kubert spent decades illustrating comics for DC and many others. Sgt. Rock, Hawkman, Tarzan, and Superman were some of his most iconic characters. Small world as I also got started when I was 12 selling watercolors to family and friends for $100.

In 1988 while visiting my girlfriend’s father in New Jersey we got invited to visit Joe Kubert’s home. In shock I immediately jumped at the opportunity in case I was, in fact, dreaming. My girlfriend pinched me assuring this wasn’t a dream. Kubert lived just a few miles from her childhood home. We arrived within minutes. Around every corner were framed covers of some of my favorite pantheon legends and mighty superheroes. What stood out the most during that visit was the simplicity of his basement studio. It was adorned with a drawing board and ink well. I imagined the decades of history he inked in that unassuming space. Artistic simplicity at its best. For more information visit The Joe Kubert School of Cartoon and Graphic Art:

https://kubertschool.edu

Gary Groth from The Comics Journal spent 6–7 hours with Joe Kubert for his interview. Once it reached its end, Gary wise-cracked “I’ve bled you dry, Joe.” Joe replied, laughing: “Well, it’s been a pleasant bleeding. Hardly hurt at all.”

Running Down a Dream

Empathy 💙 / Narcissism 🧡 / Ego Death 🤍

Why did I ever chase someone else’s dream? Sound familiar? It echoes across five decades of my life. Family and societal expectations projected onto me from a young age played their part. Buy low. Sell high. Amass wealth and prestige doing whatever it takes to win. Shoulders back, chest out, gut in.

Seriously?!

I believe we’re born empathic. For myself chasing the capitalism-infused American dream altered my frequency aligning it closely with narcissism. Three years ago I began to shed those traits that bent my soul.

Eventually, after 1,500+ journal entries, I fully experienced ego death. Mindfulness, DBT skills, and opposite action kept me headed in the right direction.

Now I’m nearly whole again, possibly for the first time since birth. Empathy requires far less energy than narcissism. Some think it’s the other way around. Possibly for them, but not for me.

Why?

Aligning oneself to a higher vibration requires far less energy specifically due to having direct access to a more highly concentrated energy field. ✨ Have a great week. Be the change…

We the People

Sometimes as we stroll through life we encounter living narratives. Have you ever been going about your day as usual, but then, suddenly, you discover a slice of reality that immediately spoke to you? A story, alive and unfolding before your very eyes — that when you stop and listen, has a subtle, but noticeable heartbeat all its own.

“We the People” graffiti construction zone Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, winter 2005. 20 years and 7 months ago while visiting my client, CBS3, I snapped this photo during an afternoon sidewalk tour in the midst of a neighborhood construction zone. I felt the scene had something to say.

The Bobcat, brick wall, highway divider, We the People graffiti, and piles of rubble speak volumes related directly to the current state of life in America. Other than the color grade the photo is untouched. Have a great week.

Stay hydrated. It’s hot out there.

Happy July 4th

Our Founding Fathers said it best. Let’s keep it unanimous. Happy July 4th. “That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government.”

The Second Continental Congress created The Committee of Five on June 11, 1776. They were tasked with writing the Declaration. Thomas Jefferson wrote the initial draft himself. The Committee of Five made revisions and additions.

Their committee included Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, Roger Sherman, and Robert R. Livingston.

What’s in Your Toolbox?

Our collective toolboxes share a history. Timeless tools outlasting millennia by artists, designers, and polymaths alike. The need for these tools is rather paramount more than ever in any point in history. Digital media is just that, it’s digital and not grounded in the real world. I see mirrored texture maps on models in blockbuster movies, and let’s not get into the crumbling nature of audio engineering running rampant as budgets shrink as does what’s considered acceptable. The bean counters run the show now right into the ground with no gestures of making amends. The bar hasn’t just lowered, it’s nearly nonexistent. In some cases it’s become a limbo-inspired chokehold to the ground. The sameness of repetition in a computer needs far more deliberate strokes, tweaks, and further thinking in order to produce something truly memorable and grounded in reality.

Film was magical, and it was also forgiveable. The world of 4K, even 12K clearly exposes the missing, generic details that were added like a cheap coat of paint on a rusty vintage racer. It may be able to still go fast, but it’s lost its spirit and passion for the race track and country road. Endless imagination fueled by intuition. That’s where the magic happens. Our most intense ideas sometimes spark in the middle of the night. Electrical impulses igniting our gray matter in a myriad of chromatic aberrations and expanding and retracting attenuations. I haven’t bought a Design Marker, Prismacolor, or tube of Windsor Newton watercolor for 40 years. Technology comes and goes, but the analog tools that I grew up with are still active in my creative arsenal. I have two toolboxes filled to the brim, yet most of the time I choose a pen and a scrap of paper.

Sometimes on a hot summer day even our tools are kissed by the sun. I took a moment out from painting to capture the beauty of this moment. A glimpse of time taken to appreciate the caustics, refractions, and especially the intentional design from the thickness of the bottle to the illuminated, radiant label.

“[David] possesses an infectious creative energy and consistently provides an abundance of outstanding solutions for each assignment.”

— Rick Booth, Director of Creative Services, New England Sports Network in Watertown, MA

Our tools assist us in illuminating our creations just as monks illuminated medieval manuscripts. Their own beauty on full display each time they’re sun-kissed as my bottle of “Dr. Ph. Martin’s 30C Pumpkin” awaits its ascension in providing richness to my next sheet of Arches cold-pressed 300-pound goodness. The caustics, glints, and glimmers of the bottle itself deserve their own credit. Not only the shape and thickness of the bottle, but also the design of the label allowing sunlight to illuminate through the lettering I find just lovely.

Further inspection of the bottle reveals additional intentional details worth noting. Notice the three graphic icons on the side. “Technical Pen, Brush, and Airbrush.” It’s crystal clear in such a classic, vintage manner. One bottle, multiple uses, and those were just three suggested use cases. We know the possibilities are endless. An Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat of sorts. Even colors not found in the visible spectrum on full display. Magenta streams of consciousness unabashed and fully aware of their limitless abilities of creation.

I’ve been using this particular watercolor since I was just a teenager 40 years ago. It’s still just as potent in purpose and saturation further supporting my creative expressions both commercially and personally. Every tool aids me in telling stories sometimes reimagining old ones from a new perspective. Some, like this bottle of radiant watercolor, still showing up in full vibrancy never fading into mediocrity that occurs in the daily digital realm. A reality. A history. Artistic ambition never replaced by the flavor of the week digital incarnation. Don’t settle for what someone else lacking in vision considers good enough.

While embracing our childlike curiosities through artistic expression we understand we have no need to bow down to any sense of public opinion. Divinely appointed, we artists know full well our passion in pursuing truth over popularized false substance. We wield weapons of mass instruction awakening the minds of the many who choose the natural world to one augmented and empty. We breathe soulful expressions of clarity into existence far removed from blind prompts sporting the lowest common denominator.

We know in our gut and our heart center that the joy we bring to the world is what makes dreams possible. Natural expressions that not only reflect and redefine reality but generate endless variations of our dreams freshly kindled around a collective campfire. We share our stories through patterns, riddles, puzzles, and prose. Looking back I feel as though my passion for art and design chose me rather than the other way around.

“Ode,” below, published in 1874 in Music and Moonlight.

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

— Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy

A Mirrored String of Activated Intuition

In 2022 a monumental tome was printed in the rolling hills of Italy. Leonardo. The Complete Paintings and Drawings weighing in, once bound, revealed a mirrored string in notable Leonardo da Vinci fashion. 299.2 ounces. That number also holds another string. 9+2 & 9+2 reveals eleven-eleven, 11:11. That numerical duality refers to activated intuition, a heightened view of reality. Leonardo wielded it painting the very fabric of the universe through every intentional stroke of genius. While da Vinci did not finish many of his paintings, his notebooks are beyond measure. He was not only a master inventor, he understood the invisible connections that tie everything together. “Learn to see. Realize everything connects to everything else,” he once mused.

If you’re an artist, designer, curious child or lifelong tinkerer you know full well the significance of what that means in a spiritually cosmic sense. If not, do yourself a favor and check out Kaitlyn Kaerhart. She is a master of numerology, and a resource for understanding how numbers hold weight in our lives if we are willing to learn to see them. I’ve been fascinated with numbers, puzzles, riddles, and word jumbles since I was very young. I come from a long line of polymaths on both sides of my family. Biology professors, master gardeners, farmers, inventors, fine artists, crochet quilters, Scrabble wizards, Spades champions, chess masters, and code breakers. I grew up surrounded by mind benders met with mental maladies, true forces to be reckoned with.

I recently added this nearly twenty pound Leonardo da Vinci tome to my library. Paying nearly half price at $111 for this gently used Taschen XXL book I’m thrilled to have his works presented in such large scale format. I’ve never been much of a reader due to difficulty in keeping focus on the words since childhood. But pictures and experiences I have better than 20/20 vision holding them deeply within my mind able to recall them in full fashion at any moment. I hold picture books like this one as one of my most treasured possessions giving me the opportunity to pore over every intimate detail.

Leonardo. The Complete Paintings and Drawings. Hardcover, 11.4x15.6in., 18.06 lb, 712pages. ISBN 978-3-8365-8597-2. Edition: English.

“Leonardo da Vinci realized that: ‘It had long since come to [his] attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.”

— Leonardo da Vinci, Italian polymath of the High Renaissance, painter, sculptor, draftsman, theorist, architect, engineer, and scientist

Ice Cold / Rust Never Sleeps

We never know what wisdom might lie along our path. I came across this old rusty sign — a nearly hidden gem — during an afternoon hike in Arches National Park five miles north of Moab, Utah.

The irony of the heavily corroded, burnt orange sign itself, “Ice Cold,” and the hastily scribbled “rust never sleeps” from a random passerby quietly speaks a narrative nearly lost to time and decay.