Abandoned buildings give me a weird feeling. Where are the people? Where’d they go?
One of the creepier photos shows a famous verse from “The Garden of Proserpine” inscribed on the wall of a lockup cell in an abandoned mental hospital . . .
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.