After listening to a great video conversation between writers and photography inquirers, Susan Sontag and John Berger, I had to go for a walk. I wrote a bit in my journal too.
There's a couple of dead looking homes near a well-used graffiti spot in Oakville. I went to check them out thinking they'd be accessible but they were boarded up from all angles. At first, I didn't realize there was more than one, but a longish shared driveway took me to the others. It was weird and the house at the very back had 1 light on? I didn't go near it. It seemed like an odd place to live, if someone was indeed home, given that the driveway is blocked off.
I took some photos but I don't feel like they're share worthy.
On a side note, there were a lot of rabbits around which was cool. I'd say Peter Rabbit is a good fictional reference of an urban explorer... but he's more like Robin Hood. And I don't think explorers give much stuff away.
Thought of by OpenHouse I think the reason I scoped out this house is because I wanted to tell a story. People say all stories begin at the end. An end, to be clearer. Traditionally, death is the ultimate symbolic end. Many Shakespearean tragedies end in death, while the comedies end in marriage. This is a different kind of end; a transformation kind of one? I feel abandonedness is a quality of conclusion and therefore an invitation for storytellers. I went out searching for a story but I don't know if I found one.
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Listening to: Jam Band by WLMRT
Thinking about: how much I love spellcheck