i have a fascination with deserted houses. i want to go in them every time i see one. there are people who do, and take pictures and the images have a quality that is impossible to find anywhere else. desertion. it's heavy.
i don't go into deserted houses, mostly because i don't have a partner in crime. guy is not into it. he laughs everytime i see one and say, "let's go in!" so, when we were in new orleans, touring the ninth ward destructo, guy asked me, "wanna go in?"
every single house was empty and filled with spooky memories and fear and all that stuff that gives you shivers when you feel them and they belong to someone else. it would have been the perfect opportunity to feel other people's memories.
but i said no. not this time. i knew immediately, i would not trespass in this situation. it felt heartless and impossible.
it felt irreverant.
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Vacant houses, vacant dreams.
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