Cold.

The cool summer breeze rolls across the water and slaps against my face.
Standing on the edge of the rocky crevase I look unto the intlet's greenish-blue hues of water and silt.
The building before me is our cabin.
To the down street.

The abandoned city in a building.

A theater we found upon entering.

A city lived here.

Bars, markets, theaters, bowling alley's.

A literal city in under one roof.

Now abandoned and empty.

My voice echoes off the walls.

Pure Silence.


-Dr. Jared Michael. Sent with care from my BlackBerry®