Aliens and ghosts. There are certainly ghosts.
It’s probably just me but …
When I walk into one of those breezy gaps between city buildings, where once another building stood, I get a definite communication from an indefinable source. It’s this: there are things left unsaid, undone.
The tragedy of the building lost to fire or the wrecking ball or simply to nature is overshadowed by the tragedy of the undone, the unsaid.
Life is short. You can’t make it longer but you can make it fuller.
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Labels: floor, ghosts, Old Buildings, tile
4 Comments:
At Thursday, March 04, 2010 10:08:00 AM,
Twilight said…
I love it when you talk mystical! :-)
Really!
At Thursday, March 04, 2010 11:53:00 AM,
M. Gray, Psy ABD, Certified Domestic Counselor said…
Nicely said! There is a whole world dedicated to completing what is undone. Check out the National Trust for Historic Preservation. They are doing the work of the unsaid and undone. Peace...
At Thursday, March 04, 2010 2:27:00 PM,
Wisewebwoman said…
I mentally collect 'ghost' windows and 'doors' so ghost floors are right up my mystical alley.
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At Thursday, March 04, 2010 6:01:00 PM,
anyjazz said…
Thanks all. Glad you liked it.
Stopping every time we pass a missing building is a sort of ritual in our wandering. There are murals, intended and unintended on the bared walls, eyeless windows and speechless doorways. There are messages to understand. At least we must think about them. Maybe that is the message.
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