From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
A door covered in pen graffiti.
These Twin Cities kisses Sound like clicks and hisses. We all tumbled down and Drowned in the Mississippi River. -The Hold Steady
The chapel (left) and surgical suite (straight on) move in an out of view as fog rolls up from the St. Louis River valley.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…