Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
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.
The topmost roof of the hospital is covered in antennae and includes a star that faced the rest of the complex, now demolished.
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.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.