and books?

we went exploring the old sanatorium yesterday. funny thing is i've actually been right beside it many times, without knowing it. it's down this little path off scenic road. there is a little overhang/clearing there with a bench overlooking the downtown, where we used to watch fire works. it's like...a thinking spot, somewhere Winnie the Pooh would go.

but just a little bit farther down the same path, you emerge out of the woods, right in front of the old sanatorium. G, who had been there before, showed us how to shimmy up the wall, so we could break into a second story window.

it felt pretty illegal. rather cool, but pretty illegal.
anyways, we ran sneakily across the roof, and pried back a loose board and entered into the gloom. apparinatly jas and i were much braver then the boys were the first time they came, they stepped through the window, freaked out, and left. but we also had them to protect us, and to place the blame on if we got caught ;)

the interior of the building is quite new, but it's absolutely destroyed. there was graffiti everywhere, and broken glass, and beer bottles. it seems like the cool place to be.

we had to make it back home in time for 3:30 church, so our exploring time was somewhat limited, and by the time the boys forced us down into the basement and started knocking over ladders, jas and i were ready to leave.

but i headed home with these in my bag:

1946/1947 books from the national conference of social work, there were a variety of oldish books scattered around the floor. the covers of these two were somewhat beautiful. i figured they'd make a good souvenir
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i realised people have actually started reading this, which makes it about.....seventeen-million times more difficult to write in these things. so much pressure. aah, i'll get used to it.