I was reading the novel 'To The Lighthouse' by Virginia Wolfe last night when I came upon a certain passage which reminded me of the heart and soul of urban exploration. I've placed it below, let me know what you think!
"Nothing now withstood them; nothing said no to them. Let the wind blow; let the poppy seed itself and the carnation mate with the cabbage. Let the swallow build in the drawing-room, and the thistle thrust aside the tiles, and the butterfly sun itself on the faded chintz of the arm-chairs. Let the broken glass and the china lie out on the lawn and be tangled over with grass and wild berries... in the ruined room, picnickers would have lit their kettles; lovers sought shelter there, lying on the bare boards, and the tramp slept with his coat round him to ward off the cold. Then the roof would have fallen; briars and hemlocks would have blotted out path, step and window; would have grown, unequally but lustily over the mound, until some trespasser, losing his way, could have told only by a scrap of china in the hemlock, that here once some one had lived; there had been a home upon which the beam of the lighthouse had so palely lit."