Saturday, October 2, 2010

We Don't Get Out of this Alive

I checked an abandoned building, an old hotel in the Capitol Hill district on the south side of Oklahoma City, the other day. I didn't find any transient squatters residing in the maze of rooms, but I did find dozens of dead pigeons.

It made me think of bodies and spirits, souls entombed in flesh like wandering birds looking to roost in a warm place only to find themselves trapped inside an old building, if only for awhile.

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