Looking Back
Wednesday 04/20/2005 3:10 AM
 Your last look at The Asylum before heading into the woods. (2005) File Under: Asylum, The; Cemeteries; I Took This Photo! |
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Take a deep breath. Hold it as long as you can. When your limbs start to shake, exhale. All the way. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Like swimming, we are preparing ourselves for descent.
But before we get to that, take a look back at that painfully white building with all its poked out eyes. Listen closely. Can you hear it moan? Sometimes a sad whisper of toned air escapes through a window or pried open door. What buildings must sound like when they get emphysema. That gutteral sound as some urbanized version of Pan with a spelunking cap plays the empty broken pipes like some type of gargantuan flute from Hell.
That sound is scary, allright, but it's only in your head.
It's not the things that are here at The Asylum that get to you, but the things between your ears when you drive by. Or God help you if you stop. At nite. Or go inside. Or wander the grounds.
The imagination runs — wild.
So be still and know that we are safe here. The trick is to keep breathing. It's time to turn your back on the known and trust in the overgrown grounds to protect us as we begin our descent into the nebulous, the things not seen. The things not suspected.
Tomorrow, we approach the trees.
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