Sunday, November 20, 2016
The Haunted Manuscript
The words came alive when the custodian turned out the lights rounded the corners in the old cement and asbestos building housing libraries, labs, offices, and studios. The words piled up onto floors and next to the vents. They scurried along to the dead basin looking for water. There they died and starved some of them too young to care for themselves. Mostly they became plans for dwellings complete with parking lots and energy grids. Having been put to the test of time, the words hatched plans.