
the places that
outlive their purpose.
Garfield Theater

The proscenium arch had partially surrendered to gravity, its plaster cornice folded inward like a stage curtain that finally gave up on the performance. Three pigeons occupied the royal box. They didn't flinch.


Meridian Rail Depot


The departure board still had destinations loaded — Detroit to Cleveland, platform 4, 6:15 AM. Someone had been maintaining the lie for years. The mechanical letters had frozen mid-flip on CANCELLED.



"Every padlocked door is a question. Every broken window is an answer."
St. Casimir's Sanatorium
The wards were still labeled. Room 14-B still had a name card slotted in the door. We did not photograph the name.





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