16 May 2004 /

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.

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