This sign was painted over twice in the past,
leaving stair-goers clueless about proper stairwell etiquette and safety.
Years of neglect and the weathering of the elements deteriorated the steps
while simultaneously revealing the ancient warning.
Everything falls into place in perfect synchronicity,
sparing one casual explorer a turbulent trip to the cellar.
Built in 1940 and shut down in the 1990’s, this building originally served as a dining hall for WWII soldiers.
What surprises me most is not what has changed, but how much remains the same.
My favorite detail is the metal sign on the front right pillar. What’s yours?
She was dead when I got there, so I can’t empathize,
Nor am I interested in seeing her revived.
But deliberate destruction strikes a note with this mortician,
She was my own secret place between death and disposition.
Snowflakes descend like a pall upon casketed remains
The wind whispers secrets amidst the years of decay
Together, hand in hand, we share this moment so serene
Totally enamoured by the words she said to me
Take Photos, Make Trax, Whatever…
Waiting for a long exposure I found myself engulfed in a silence so complete that it felt almost loud to my ears.
A metronomic ticking disrupted the quiet, which I then realized was the audible beating of my own heart.
His ghost now haunts the attic, and this was the only graffiti on the entire property.