as i'm sitting here, late like 1:20, eating a big & awesome late-night sandwich (toasted slices of white bread with tons of delicious fillings) that ryan just made for me (sigh...what a guy), i'm looking through the random photo files on my computer. i come across the documentation of a particular adventure that steve, mary, and i went on a few summers ago. the gypsum factory (used to be right next to bartram's garden), a rich, disturbing labrynth of weird rooms and colorful graffiti. i had just purchased a digital camera then and, foolishly probably, took some photos in the bowels of that abandoned, empty place. too bad now it's all torn down into a pile of chalky dust. so it goes for american factories, so it goes.

the place had its own directives
its own signals.

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