a longing for light
Seas of weeds and overgrown blackberries. Arched, tired roofs and sagging walls with cracks so wide that a few fingers can easily fit between them. Doors hanging on only one hinge and broken shutters that make the spaces behind them long for light. The crunching sound of broken glass underfoot, along with a musty odor far more pungent than that of an old book. It is amazing how quickly nature is claiming these buildings. They may have been forgotten, but not completely abandoned. My predecessors have left their mark.
These buildings are an eyesore for many people. A thing that brings down their perfectly manicured neighborhood. But I’ve always wondered what was behind the boarded-up doors.