SOME PLACE, SOMEWHERE

This afternoon, on invitation from my friend D___ we did a little urban exploring at some old site somewhere. It’s just a short walk over the old Hot Metal bridge over the Monongahela River, then across a field that used to look something like this. A huge Deer Head sculpture crafted from cables greets you as you enter; the rest of interior’s now heavily tagged, filled with trash and debris, some of it flooded, and generally unsafe for anything living. That said, the moment we stepped inside D___ saw some bearded denizen scurrying away off to as D___ put it “One of six-thousand hiding places that guy probably has.” Built in 1885, it’s haunted ground, creaking and moaning as if giving off ethereal impressions of it’s former glory. We took the stairs up to the old crane that sits near the river and took in the view about six-stories up. Most of the place seems like it's on the point of collapse, but it’s obvious steel was built to last. Nothing gave in, no one fell through the floor. though D___ took a stroll on a catwalk I opted out on due to a slight edginess from lack of lunch. On the way out we stopped in one of the large wherehouses where the offices were located, opened flat files spilling their contents of blueprints all over the floor, rats making nests in whatever they felt like. I had the precient feeling and idea we were walking into the post-apocalyptic future.