I know that I had been lingering about, climbing, trespassing and moseying about around that old resort hotel for years in my sleep. Finding the potential for new architectural combinations in the ruins of the old. Smelly deserted hallways that all had the allure of cheap rent and the possibility of no holds barred mental decorating in any outre manner that one could imagine throughout a thoroughly wine soaked dream. The workmen who pretended to be professionals drunkenly staggered about at the end of the day. All their youthful promises of latent professionalism come to an exhaustion of futility of being unable to decipher the trades that they had pretended proficiency in for so long, What they left was a mess. I could pick through the dun of the unlit garage using the faraway embers of the light of day from the overhead door to find fragments of what was once so treasured. Something that for a moment felt rediscovered until an unfamiliar stranger pointed out in passing that it was no longer usable. This whole town a derelict promise whose name was the only illumination to the notion of what it had tried to have been but failed. The apartment down at the end of the hall as promised lay open for inspection. No straight answers forthcoming from the staff meandering about from being reliably soused and ‘under the weather’ before quitting time. Who was able to get a straight answer out of any of them as they bounced off the walls? Who in their right minds might have picked that canary yellow that had run out into old grey plaster covered lathing when the cost cutting by management had resulted in a half used drum being too quickly exhausted? There it sat in a rough wilderness type of beauty as amplified by the sun rising in reverse just before faux evening’s approach. The dirty old lead pipe raised from the scrap heap and wrought into an improvised railing preventing any haphazard fall from above into the pit of the lounge area before the wall to wall windows. All the potential in the universe for a mind that could no longer see reality without the light of some sort of dreams to illuminate it. Only the golden glory of sunrise could save it’s Easterly view! My latest fiance remained mute non-responsive unwilling to forward her real sentiments till she had me trapped in her corner. As with all other dreams when focused in waking reality, once again, I’d been had!
Old Ruins Of Long Lost Apartments