This piece had shown me the tidbits of irony on what it was like to be rich, and the thoughts of its consequences if unmanaged. It goes that no matter how beautiful wealth is, if you get it easily in just one swipe than put your effort to it, it can fade away easily as one had grabbed it and everything else will put into decay. I can compare these things to the likes of Gatsby and Kane, with such massive wealth, unfulfilled dreams in their deaths, possessions unsold, and a sad story none to remember by. The photograph picks the imagery of wealth wasted, abandoned, and danced away. Its mysteries of its past bound to be kept by the last person who cut the rug. And it's legacy yet to be restored by its storyteller and whoever else. Its a wonderful image despite the decay. Its outcome will either be destroyed along with its legacy or restored to its former glory for a new dance. For now, it's worth a wait.