what a strange thing, to die in your sleep -
not to have your spirit violently expelled by some calamitous event,
but rather to have it silently stolen away as though by a thief in the night
never to be seen again, nor to even be known as lost.
and if death itself is like sleep, as some say, it is stranger still to find yourself
wandering through the dreams of some monstrous thing
that passed away long ago
as only a random figment, to be heard of briefly and then no more.
we do not fear these places because they may contain ghosts -
we fear them because they make us realize that is in fact what we are.
photo taken at mayflower state hospital
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