You think: Not every place should deserve the moniker “ghost town”, but this one sure does. You become quiet, you’re treading on someone’s past, you’re stalking some family’s history. Alert. There’s this one house, a handful of objects poised in perfect harmony against archeology of peeling wallpapers. Two bicycle rims. An iron stove. A tattered suitcase. A frugal spirit lived here, you think. Up the road, glorious derelict pickups serve as the foundations of an angry temple. It’s all but […]
Day. Light. Savings.Just after the Gold Rush, just before the Zombie Armageddon. You’ll be awake then, you’ll be lucid and free from concerns. You’ll forget you were ever once worried about global warming, Winter tires, nest eggs. It’s one of those crucial moments in life, like when you lean too far back in your chair, away from the spreadsheets and the deliverables, and you’re just perfectly balanced there in the moment, flirting with disaster. A lot of things can happen […]
Getting answers. I was politely shooed away from another industrial site today. Safety concerns. Yeah, yeah. I won’t disagree. Broken glass and broken appliances, a lot of it, it’s normal. I guess it’s all about liability protection. Maybe if I just carried around pre-signed contracts waiving any right to litigate for all my poking about, would that help? Probably not. I left, happy to seek out some place a little more remote. Just a little space to commune with light […]
You don’t break into places. That’s what you tell yourself. But it was already broken – you’ll explain to the imaginary officer, who nonetheless shoos you off like a grumpy old caretaker… probably hates children. Or it’s for your own safety. Which it is, probably. Industry housing – built for a boom and abandoned in the bust – row houses with the same frames but each distinguished by its particular state of guilt, like faces in a police line up. […]
Call me weird. My bucket list includes being devoured by a bloodthirsty monster. Wait, let me explain… in a movie, I mean. Summarily dispatched, an anonymous extra in some B-movie: my demise a gratuitous, horrible and darkly humorous detail. The briefest of moments will do – just enough to announce loudly to fellow movie-goers: “SEE THERE?! THAT’S ME!” If I’m to make it on the silver screen, let it be a senseless and trivial sacrifice. I have no idea where […]
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Bear is reading the news and the news is not good. Fresh air no cure for sick building, say the news, and bear thinks well, yeah, this we know. But it is curious just how sick a building can be, thinks he. It’s like the place gives up the ghosts, and the floorboards give way and more phantoms move off, and then that sofa just gets heavier and heavier. How much stuffing can one sofa have?! Magazines and postcards appear […]
The Miller Bay Hospital barely saw any patients. And this is a good thing, I’m thinking as I poke around for the umpteenth time. It was built in anticipation of warfare… this rainy forested corner of Canada was considered a possible point of attack for the Japanese during WWII. But the attack never came, so the hospital, and the barracks and observation posts built at the same time never saw that warfare, and now they grow moss in the rainforest […]