A night of restless wandering...

the road was unwalked, and i decided to walk it. i passed plastic buildings and neon nothings, and then the air shifted. into another world, feet already tired, something crept up my spine, and i ceased to be comfortable. i could feel the decay around me. the breeze itself seemed tired of this place. houses with no windows, spray painted in words undeserving of attention. i wanted to take a picture of one such house. i did not. was unsure what the camera flash might awaken from behind the scabs that served as walls there. but there was no healing in these buildings; no restoration; no redemption. only decay and rot. under a piece of corrugated box lay something that was probably a person once, alone, hidden from the horrors i walked through. hidden from the place that had become its home. i shuffled on again, hoping not to have been noticed. being noticed in that place, with my camera and my CK jacket, was my biggest fear. there, men often became animals, the types of people that inspired vampire and werewolf lore. didn't want to hang around, so i walked. as the train roared overhead, i stopped, at first admiring the train. wishing i could walk that fast straight out of this place. but what froze my feet still was the void beneath. the blackness between the columns. the voices of countless men who had slept there, under the trains, and the fear that i was being watched. i kept walking.